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Zack sat cross legged in his cage, feeling woozy from the drugs given to the slaves on auction day. He watched through half focused eyes, the people who walked by and stopped to look at him. Some of them looked at him in ways that made him shudder. All he was wearing was a pair of black shorts. The only things slaves were allowed to wear on auction day, females were allowed bras in addition to the shorts. It was so that potential buyers could see all that slaves had to offer. Including their marking.

A marking showed who the slave's trader was. A more known slave trader's mark, meant that the slave was more expensive, but higher quality. Zack's marking was a black butterfly, the mark of a very well known slave trader. Than coupled with his unusual hair and eye color made him an expensive slave.

A man reached through the bars of his cage to try and touch Zack. The slave cringed away from the man's touch, but his reaction was sluggish because of the drugs. The man's fingers still brushed against his face, causing the slave to shrink away. The man laughed at Zack's reaction and walked away.

The auction was beginning, each slave would be auctioned one by one, putting them on the spot. The ones who were auctioned off would become personal slaves to whoever bought them, the ones who weren't would continue their work at the brothel. It wasn't Zack's first auction, he knew the routine by now. He had just never been sold before. He guessed that people just wanted him for a night or two and didn't actually care for him at all. Zack sighed as the auction moved a little closer to him. Maybe today would be his 'lucky' day.