AN: This is an introduction to the story. The 'Manufacturer' does not have a set name or character yet. Please be patient with me?

They were always the same at the end of the night. By the end of the night, without fail they were broken, sometimes bleeding, and always watching him with eyes that were glazed and absent. Without fail they would have stopped struggling against their bonds, would be laying still, waiting for his commands.

But he never commanded them. It was his job to break their minds and bodies, to turn them into proper, mindless slaves. The only person that would ever give them commands would be who bought them. The men and women that took these broken minds from him knew how to mold them to what they wanted. He was just... A manufacturer.