Holding Pens: Allison
Allison sat huddled on the ground, at the corner of the pen, isolating herself from everyone around her. She wasn't anything like them, and she never would be. She glanced around, spotting the handler nearby, and she didn't make eye contact with him - he definitely didn't like her. A black eye the day before when he tried to make her do something told her that, he was just one in a long line of handlers she'd pissed off since she got here. She knew they'd been counting down the days to being able to offload her to an owner, and listening in on whispers, she knew they weren't expecting that great a price for her - She found her reputation preceded her.
Allison pressed into the side of the pen a little more snugly, trying to see how much resistance there was. She could hear one of the other girls from the pen making a fuss, and that was distraction enough for her to try and push that little bit more, before pausing, and looking around. Assessing the situation. Looking for weakly guarded spots. A loose panel in the side of the barn was apparent from the shaft of light coming through it, and other than that, everywhere seemed to be guarded. There was one door they were brought through, and another leading to the stage area, and she had no intention of ending up on there. She was not being sold, it was as simple as that.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed a girl in front of her, causing her to fall into the person in front of her, causing enough commotion that Allison jumped over the pen, hoping no one was looking, and began to spring for freedom. She nearly made it to the loose panel when she felt herself grabbed at the waist, and she let out a scream.
"LET ME GO YOU SICK BASTARDS! NO!" She struggled, managing to kick him in the crotch before running again, aiming a punch at another who tried to stop her. She was grabbed from behind, her arms restrained, and angry tears filled her eyes. "LET GO OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!"