Anakin stared longingly after Obi-Wan as the Jedi disappeared from view. Now there was no one to protect him from the harsh boundaries of slave life.
The Zygerrian grabbed Anakin's chain and spun him around. "What's your name?" he barked.
Anakin met his gaze squarely. "Anakin," he replied.
The Zygerrian seemed outraged. "How dare you look me in the face?" he shouted, slapping Anakin across the cheek. Anakin realized he had made a mistake. Sighing inwardly, he hoped that there were no more hidden rules.
"Sorry, Master," Anakin muttered, turning away.
The slave trader grasped Anakin by his chin and turned him back around. Anakin remembered to keep his gaze down this time.
"What was that?"
"Sorry, Master," Anakin repeated. It killed him to have to say those words.
The Zygerrian smiled cruelly. "I shall enjoy breaking you, boy," he remarked conversationally, tugging Anakin's chain.
Anakin couldn't contain himself any longer. He spat at the Zygerrian's feet.
The Zygerrian was furious. He pushed Anakin down onto the ground and pulled out an electrowhip.
Anakin winced inwardly, waiting for the first strokes.
They came- one burning lash after another. Anakin screamed in pain, thrashing and writhing on the ground. He didn't care that the whole marketplace could hear him. All that mattered was relieving the pain.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the beating stopped. Anakin groaned and flipped over onto his back, but only experienced more pain as his fresh wounds pressed against the concrete.
The Zygerrian didn't care. "Get up, you," he said harshly, again raising the electrowhip.
At the sight of the deadly weapon, Anakin quickly leaped to his feet.
"You're learning quickly, slave," the Zygerrian sneered.