Re: Holding Pens: Allison
Scott, holding his head high, browsing what was available for him, he tried to scan over each one of the slaves but not seeing much that he would want under his command. All the time thinking he needed one that he could trust, that he could have something to hold over them that even when he was being kind, they would not try and run from him, or take over from him.
Hearing a commotion in a near by pen, he glanced over to see a dark haired girl being restrained as she fought back. That would not be the slave for him, way to much fight. He heard her voice this time, not concentrating on the last time she called out. Allison. He spun quickly around to see her being held down. He swallowed hard, forcing himself not to run over to her. He slowly walked forward, looking over her with a heavy heart.