Pablo steadied his breath.
He calmed himself down, forgot the anger towards Hena and made his voice friendly.
And most importantly…
"Look here, Young."
He addressed the slaves with their names.
Young, the twelve years old boy, raised his head and saw Pablo.
And he instantly calmed down because Pablo had a warm smile and was sitting on the stage cross-legged.
After Young, Pablo focused on the next.
"You too, Pimple. Bush and Brownie. Look here."
The other three boys raised their heads too and when they saw Pablo, they also eased up.
Then—
"Ebony, Snow, Lashes and Melon. What are you all waiting for? Am I that ugly that you girls won't even look at me."
Pablo chuckled and hearing his laugh, the four fifteen year old girls jolted their heads up.
They also eased up as Pablo was laughing and had no stress on his face.
Like that, the eight slaves let go of their fears to some extent and their shoulders and hands loosened up.
Pablo didn't stop.
