But in order to save him from that fate…
Rocco had to be the one to take away his freedom.
He had to fall to the same level as the slave traders he despised the most.
He had to shackle Ragar, to chain him down.
Could someone as weak-willed as him even do such a thing?
Even now, he was terrified—his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
He was so afraid of seeing the expression on Ragar's face that he couldn't even lift his head.
"...I-I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Ragar… Please forgive me…"
It didn't matter if he was never forgiven.
He just couldn't bear to be rejected.
He wanted Ragar to give up on true freedom.
Rocco nearly voiced those selfish, despicable thoughts, but he bit his tongue at the last second.
He couldn't let those words slip.
They were too disgusting, even for him.
The mere thought of them filled him with self-loathing.