Castalia tried desperately to ignore the immense aching in her knees and her back. The wooden cage she had been imprisoned in was only tall enough for her to kneel in and the cold chains that bound her hands behind her back and legs to the ground prevented her from moving.  She'd been shoved into the pen early that morning, and as the evening hours approached, the excruciating pain she was experiencing was becoming almost unbearable.<br/><br/>Her deep mahogany hair draped down past her waist. And her bright blue eyes were red and puffy from the tears that escaped. Her dignity had been taken away from her as she knelt in the cage. They'd completely stripped her down and whipped her when she resisted. She felt completely put on display as the chains that strapped down her legs forced her knees to be spread. Her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily. She felt the knot in her stomach growing. She knew not what was to come, or what master would gain ownership over her. The thought of what might happen terrified her.<br/><br/>She heard the sound footsteps approaching on the dusty ground. She stared down, not daring to look up as the boots that had produced the noise came to rest in front of her pen. She could feel the tears running down her face wanting desperately to cover up her exposed body. She kept he gaze fixated on the ground, her tear-stained cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger.<br/><br/>Her tears began to flow even faster and her body began to shudder as she heard the man's voice. As he inquired about her price and offered over the coins for her purchase, she could hear the voice inside her head screaming. All she wanted was to run. Bolt and never look back. As the Slaver opened the cage and placed the collar on her neck, she began to sob. Slowly, the Slaver unlocked her chains and stepped away. Castalia closed her eyes tightly, waiting for what might happen next. She heard her new master step forward, reaching into the cage to attach the leash he held to her collar. As he finally spoke, she registered the English that flowed from his tongue. All she'd heard for weeks was that damned Arabic-like language. She nodded slowly, resisting putting up a fight to avoid being whipped for what would be the third time that day, only adding to the torturous pain that dominated her body.