Re: Holding Pens
Dean had heard about slave auctions, but this was the first time he'd ever seen one, much less been in one.
Right now, he was in some kind of holding area with the other slaves. He had no idea how he was supposed to act, but he was doing his best to stay under the radar, moving where they told him to move and generally behaving himself. The more docile he seemed, he figured, the better his chance of getting an owner who would allow him a certain amount of freedom. Dean was biding his time, assessing each potential Master with a critical eye. So far, none had earned a second look, and the feeling was mutual.