Siena's stomach growled as she was herded into the camp's mess line, nodding eagerly, staying quiet as she placed several items on her tray - not enough to make herself sick, but looking forward to the painful pangs in her stomach fading for a few hours. She tried to ignore the excitement around her, knowing that she was part of it - but that it was because she was about to be sold off, like a piece of livestock, to an uncertain fate of degradation, rape, and very possibly worse.<br/><br/>Letting out a soft grunt as he hefted one of her full breasts, she glared at him. "They're wrapped in bands if I had to run. You learn to cope. The same way you could possibly be a slave wrangler despite being three feet tall, and with most of the slaves here able to snap you like a twig."