Amora was promptly being dragged along; though she kicked and struggled to get out of the slaver's grasp, he held firm. "Second time this week!" he grumbled to himself, throwing her into the arms of two of his workers. They chained her to the wall of the massive room, an auction hall. The human girl had lost track of how many times she had tried to escape, but every time was just the same. A scuffle, nearly getting into the outskirts of Venesia, a large city, then getting caught when she was out of energy.<br/><br/>Amora pulled slighty at the chains on her wrists, her long blonde hair sliding over her shoulders rippled at every jerk. It had been weeks since she was at home, her actual village, not this hellhole. The slaver, a terribly greedy demon, always told himself that she would be sold to someone who could actually<span style="font-style: italic">handle</span>her and had the intellect to keep her in line.<br/><br/>The doors opened to the public. Only the most wealthy demons could afford human slaves, there were few of them as there was. Ferals were the most rare, ones born in the wild. Anyone could buy a tame one, but it took the especially wealthy, and patient, to buy and tame a feral human. The human watched through wide eyes as some demons approached the human women chained not far from her. They were not gentle, she knew that, as they grabbed and groped the women, who looked like they would cry at any moment. Amora swallowed, knowing she was next.