Slave number 3<br/><br/>Haylie kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to see all the buyers bidding on them like they were nothing but animals, who didn't care what happened to them.  She could understand the black woman's anger and wanting to escape, but at the same time she knew that here they would have no chance of doing so, too many people, and likely the place would be watched carefully.  Better to wait, and save her energy for later, rather than trying to escape by brute force, which was only succeeding in drawing more interest to the woman besides.<br/><br/>She shrugged, not bothering to try and communicate her point, knowing that the woman wouldn't see it her way.  She lifted her eyes, scanning the crowd just as a man bid on several of those captured, including herself.  Her eyes went wide at how many he had an interest in, and she wondered if he was merely making a general bid, simply picking those he was interested in, or if he wanted to buy all of them specifically.  If he did, he sure must have plenty of money to work with.<br/><br/>Another man came down the line then, and she glared at his comments to the others in line, her eyes bright with anger at his words, both to the young man a few places down, and to the girl at the opposite end of the row.  She refrained from speaking though, knowing he would only find amusement in anything she would say, but her eyes showed her anger plenty well enough, if he happened to look.