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He sat quietly in a corner, his back against the wall. His eyes remained glued on the wall in front of him, his mind trying to recall the amount of time he’s been sitting here, unmoving. He shot a quick side glance beside him, his stomach churning in disgust and horror as he watched several men and women choose their slave. A part of him wanted to be picked, to escape the life of sitting here. He was suddenly caught off guard by a woman stepping in front of his view, looking down at him