Nasir: Open
Here he was again. Maybe the third time would be the charm. Nasir paced in front of the glass, knowing that people were watching him from behind it. Judging if he would be able to do whatever it was they asked of him.
He was still in mourning over Mrs. Padget's death. His last mistress had been an elderly lady. She'd been like a grandmother to him. Kind and sweet with no family; she needed someone to look after her in her declining years. It had been a nice place to live, though he knew it was only temporary when she'd bought him.
A much nicer situation than his second owner who had been a sexual sadist. He still bore some of the scars from that one. Hopefully whoever bought him this time would be more like Mrs. Padget than him. He didn't even want to recall the man's name. Nasir had been lucky that the man had decided to resell him instead of just killing him.