Re: Holding Pens: Buffy
"In all my years of attending auctions, I have often wondered the same thing." Ambrose said, chucking as he came up to the blond women's stall. He nodded to the handler next to the pen. It had been hard for Ambrose to no over hear her, even if he had not had better than average hearing.
It had been some time since he had settled the small town and he thought it was time to attain a slave. His last one he has released nearly two years ago. He liked the ones with spark still in them, they were easier to release then the ones that had been broken. Ambrose detested breaking a slave, to do so hurt him where his heart use to be.
"They never seem to change. The same old smelling pens, crowding human's together like lambs to the slaughter, when better smelling accommodations would go so much farther for the sale." He refused to use the word slave as if it left a dirty taste in his mouth, like werewolf blood or something.