I followed Master Damien's heels until I almost ran into his chest; he had turned around. I looked up and we were standing in a round alcove at the edge of the courtyard. My owners literally surrounded me.
"What are you so scared of Ciara?" Master Evan asked harshly pulling me to face him. "You are radiating fear. Our slave should be proud and defiant, not nearly falling over itself in the middle of the courtyard."
"I'm afraid you'll whip me or sell me, because I looked at that other man. He looked terrible. Please don't sell me, Master Evan," I begged him.
"You fear that we would sell you Ciara?" Master Damien asked. "Do you believe we would make such a mistake as to buy the wrong slave?"
"There is no right answer to that, Master Damien," I answered him honestly still trembling.
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