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Kiyoshi sat quietly in his chains with his knees pulled up to his chin and his hair flowing down around him. His clothes were slightly ripped, and he most certainly did not feel pretty right at that moment. He sighed, looking down and blushing. He hated that he looked this way, vulnerable, when he knew he could kill almost everyone in the room without even being noticed. But that was before. That was when Loki was alive. That was when he hadn't been captured because he forgot rule number one: Show no emotion.
He was failing pretty horribly at that right now too, with his cheeks a cutesy shade of pink, but he didn't care right then. Kiyoshi thought about trying to escape, but he was weak, which he hated, and his body was too worn out for such a task. So, he sat and waited to be bought like some sort of animal. The whole thing was disgusting, and he hated it, but there was little he could do.