<strong>Slave number 3</strong><br/>Haylie shrieked as the crop found her nipple, her eyes going wide with surprise at the unexpected contact.  She'd been expecting the man to do something to the girl next to her.  She squeezed her eyes shut, vowing she wouldn't cry in front of all these people, but it was hard.  That had hurt, and she bit her lower lip, but in the end she couldn't stop the tears of pain and humiliation from rolling down her cheeks.  She glared defiantly at the man in spite of it though, although her eyes showed him how scared she was of what he might decide to do next.  That didn't mean she had to simply accept it however, and she pulled back on the chains that held her, trying to get as much distance between herself and the man as possible.  She saw the girl give her an apologetic look, and she gave her a weak smile back, letting her know she didn't blame her.  She didn't want to say anything in front of the man, he might get too much fun out of the two of them trying to protect each other and make things worse.  She clamped her teeth shut, trying to keep from giving the man the satisfaction of knowing how much he'd truly hurt her, but she couldn't stop the shaking, both from the pain of his whip and the fright of being in this place, of thinking that this man might buy her, although on second thought and as much as she hated having to admit it to herself, she'd rather have him to deal with as the redhead who took so much pleasure in tormenting the black girl next to her.