You were sitting in you're cage in the dark shadows of the shop. Your hands and feet shackled and you wore a meatal collar. The shackles and collar are so rough that benath them you had already formed bad scars that started to bleed open some times. You only had a small food and water bowl... like a dog... you were hungerd and barly had any clothings... Then you heard foot steps approach and the shopkeeper talking. After a few moments the talking stilled and the foot steps came nearer... a person came in... to you they looked like they could be count even though you never have seen one yourself... they scanned the slaves around you in the other cages but their eyes made a stop on you...