Treila ambled across the dirty old auction block in a dazed comprehension that this time would be the one. This was her tenth time coming here and it seemed to have gotten dirtier the older it got. The lights gently swung across the ceiling swiftly caressing half of Treila's body every once in a while. She looked over to the many Slaves for sale and sighed at their frail dispositions. They all seemed to be scared and nervous. She looked across them again, she only needed one and only had enough strength to withhold one. Her eyes scanned them each carefully looking for any slave that would work. They stopped at one near the end. perhaps He would work? She smiled at her luck after looking for a few moments. He was perfect in every way possible. She was sure this time that this one would work and waited patiently, content on buying him.
(is this good?)









