#7<br/>Andrew saw a woman checking over the slaves. She already had a slave accompanying her, taking down unspoken notes, as far as he could tell. He hadn't noticed her actually say anything. She bid on him. Andrew had known this was coming, really he did, but whenever he noticed that first bid, his blood ran a little cold. He tried not to let it show on his face, though, and he thought he was fairly successful. Unfortunately, most masters and mistresses are good at reading a slaves emotions. He was sure someone in that room could tell there was more to him than a numb, broken teenager.<br/><br/>A man walked past him, calling him a pretty boy, and shaming him for his cock. Andrew was used to this. He was thin, fit, he didn't really have much of a choice being a slave for so long so far, he was trained for it, used to it. Men would make distasteful remarks, otherwise buy him just to fuck with him mentally, but those masters never lasted long, they never really wanted him. Women would like him well enough. Andrew looked the man in the eye as he walked past, keeping himself emotionless and trying to tell the master he wasn't afraid of him. Who knows if the guy even looked at his face, though, since he clearly wasn't interested. The first round of bids was over, and as far as he'd noticed only the first woman had bid on him. He stared at her, still trying to hide his emotions, but trying to figure out what she was like. Clearly, she had good control of her slaves. Andrew was sure she would be hard on them, and he could handle it, he knew he could. He was stronger than he appeared, mentally anyways.