<strong>Slave number 3</strong><br/><br/>Haylie winced as the redheaded woman used what seemed to be some kind of whip on one of the other captives further down the line, and glad that the woman didn't seemed to be interested in her.  Still, she felt sorry for the boy, and whoever the woman would end up with.<br/><br/>Her attention was brought back to things nearere at hand when she noticed the man who had bid on her talking to the girl next to her, and she flushed slightly at hearing his words.  Her color deepend though as the man turned his attention to her, and she didn't bother answering him, her eyes only glaring at him as she stubbornly kept her mouth shut, although her high color would probably tell him the answer to his questions anyway.  She cringed back as much as she could from the whip he ran up her leg, and heard the girl next to her tell him to leave her alone.  Her eyes went wide with concern then, not wanting the girl to get into trouble for trying to help her, but feeling grateful to her for her trying to help.  She gave her a shy smile in thanks, but it quickly faded to an expression of worry again as she glanced between the girl and the man, afraid to see his reaction.