once upon a time, long ago, slave boss was running a slave business of slaves
then along came somebody who wasn't immediately considered a slave
visitor: "slave boss, we need you to stop slaving people. we're irritated at the extensive atrocities as far as the eye can see. stop doing this now."
slave boss glanced at visitor
slave boss: "what? that's silly. here, have a million dollars and go away."
visitor looked at wad of millions
to clarify here the bribe is more likely to be one or more trafficked brides than money in the modern day in my personal experience
visitor: "although that's very enticing and a thoughtful gift, i'm afraid there are many other people with money involved in sending me here, than just you, and many of them who don't actually care about money at all and have worked tooth and nail for generations to have me say this."
slave boss glanced at visitor again
slave boss: "what? that's silly. i'll just slave you too."
visitor to slave boss, wearing armor like a knight from a story book, rides away from slave boss corporation
he is twitching and shaking
he arrives at queen joan of arc's court and reign his steed
visitor to slave boss: "i return from slave boss with sad news to bear"
queen joan of arc: "yes?"
visitor to slave boss: "when i told slave boss he must stop slaving, first he tried to bribe me. then he tried to slave me. he refused to stop slaving."
queen joan of arc: "this is sad news indeed."
visitor to slave boss: "additionally, you can no longer trust me as a part of the court, as I have dissociative identity disorder now and will turn against everybody in the most horrible ways at the drop of a pin."
visitor to slave boss bowed their head and solemnly rode off to a lifetime of escape tactics and therapy
queen joan of arc: "this is very grave news."