Haylie watched one of the male buyers approach her, tensing as his whip moved over her stomach, her eyes wide and frightened, but having the presence of mind to keep them lowered, lest he be one to use any excuse to strike at her.  She knew the whip wouldn't be pleasant, and she didn't want to give him an excuse to use it.<br/><br/>She couldn't move any further away from the black woman next to her, and the growl she made was making her even more nervous than her earlier yanking on the chains had done.