Back to Work!

The weary slave picks up his well-worn tools, shrugs his heavy shoulders, and shuffles back to work. The allure of more money to be earned, has drawn yet another weak soul into slavery's iron grasp. The contract has been signed, cast in stone. The slave willingly lets himself be chained to a cannon ball, and starts loading chocolates into the sturdy wooden carriage. Slavery himself stood over his minions, his slaves, and an evil smirk broke out over his old wrinkled and shrivelled face. His body was but a confusing assortment of chains, steel bars, iron clasps, ropes and binds. Money stood by his side, silently and obediently carrying out his master's will. Slavery's most powerful pawn, together they enslaved hundreds, if not thousands of men, women and children. Slavery's most powerful chains were not of steel, but frail pieces of paper stashed away in a bag which never left his side. Contracts, thousands of them. Binding people more strongly and more surely than any chain. 

Slavery looked over his garden of torment and suffering. Acres upon acres of unfinished work. He cast a smug smile at Money, who met his master's gaze. They knew more slaves were coming. More. Much more. The recession had come.