Anastasia was sitting down in the alleyway of Loren in the slave market. She sat with her shoulders slouched, every inch of her body was covered in bruises and cuts and scrapes from being beaten and used for the men's own needs. She didn't notice the girl who had run into the alley, all Anastasia did was glance up at her and then back down at the ground. She didn't seem to be a slave, she was too well dressed and not bruised to be one. Anastasia was about to close her eyes and try to get some rest but the auction started and it was her turn to be sold once again to the next man who wanted her.<br/><br/>When Anastasia didn't get up quick enough the man grabbed her by her flimsy and pale arm and yanked her up violently. She let out a small yelp as she almost popped her shoulder out of socket, the man started his usual follow up. Anastasia was always the last to be sold, she was known as a really rare "item".<br/>"Step up step up! Our last and final item of the night is this beauty. The old Princess herself, Anastasia!" The man's voice boomed through the alley as he spoke, all Anastasia did was stand with her head down, she was tired and starving. The man who was selling her kept speaking to the now forming audience. He pointed to men who were competing to take her home with them. Anastasia was doing and frail, her arms were so thing that you could break them in a second just like her rib cage. She was dressed in an outfit that was meant to show off her breasts and thin legs, she had been wearing the same outfit ever since her last master tossed her out and auctioned her for the pretty price people would pay for the ex Princess.