<b>Slave Market</b><br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://c.stocksy.com/a/ZZC000/z0/48333.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Kaya</a>knelt in the small alcove where she was displayed, wishing to appear small and unnoticed.  This was difficult as the entire purpose of her small alcove was to display the wares of the slavers which she had the unfortunate lot of being at that moment in her life.  Her hands were bound together before her, giving her the general appearance of being at prayer which her kneeling only reinforced.  The bindings were themselves attached to a longer length of cord which reached to the ceiling, it allowed any one interested in pulling her to her feet, hands above her head for a thorough inspection.  Kaya had already had several such 'inspections' which she found terrifying and humiliating.  How could such an advanced people be so barbaric in the treatment of other human beings?  She had asked herself that question many times in the long weeks since she had been forced from her home in Nubia.  Her father she was certain had been slain, he had stayed to stop the advancing horde of these Romans and obviously failed.  She had wept for him and cursed these Romans though she now had to fear for what was to become of her.  She had marveled at the wonders of Rome, under other circumstances, this would have been an amazing adventure but now it was simply a terror that she desperately wished were just a nightmare.  She was a proud woman but she felt as if her sanity hung by the slenderest of threads.  She huddled down, trying to appear even smaller as she heard teh approach of another.  Would this one be cruel or simply curious, she had yet to find a potential buyer that appeared at all kind and had given up hope there was such a thing.  For all their advanced society these people to her were savages, savages in fine clothing but savages none the less.