Her whole body cringed at the mere thought of doing such repulsive actions. She swallowed, taking as much strength as she could to prevent herself from wringing Tehvar's neck. Watching his movements, she followed suit, lips pursed shut to keep from screeching curses at the entire assembly. Her throat felt tight, hearing the cheering of the crowd. It didn't matter to her that they were enjoying themselves; she just wanted the attention to be drawn away from her.<br/><br/>A shame she got her wish. A pitch black pump was suddenly in front of her as she walked, causing her to lose balance. 'Wait... wait!' A horrified look spread onto her face as she fell forward into the mass of demons.<br/><br/>Her eyes were shut, she held her arms firmly against herself. It was like she was drowning in the deep, dark ocean. No one was there to save her. It was the auction all over again. But this time, she kept her conscious inside, ignoring the rest. 'Don't lash out... do it for your wellbeing, do it for the others... for Tehvar...'<br/><br/>"Now that we're all... excitable, we have business to discuss." Tehvar's mother spoke up, making the demons that were all over the slave look. Eskhara never liked the attention drawn from herself, and that little wench needed to learn what she was dealing with.