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Planet: Tatooine
Place: Central Slave market
Time: Dusk
The desert air cooled as the environment darkened into night. The cooler air made a young slave girl shiver. The girl watched as her fellow slaves were bought and sold to the rich customers that flocked the sale. Some lower class dealers and shop keepers even bought slaves. The girl heard an all too familiar crying, a family was being torn. She looked away, tears slipping down her cheeks, but this was the life of a slave, there was no such thing as family. She shivered as a particularly chilly breeze blew through the tents. Once evening came, she was dragged back to the holding pens with the other slaves. The girl fell into an uneasy sleep.
The next day, the sale was set up again. "Bring #24061 towards the front, she is more valuable." Her master called out to the handlers.
"You got it, Boss!" A handler grabbed her, roughly pulling her up and tightening her bonds. #24061 gave an involuntary gasp as her collar was tightened. The handler smacked her across her back with the handle of his whip, making her whimper in pain. "Move it, Slave." The scar on her back throbbed as she was sat down in the front of the tent, directly in the hot sun. Shaking, she took a deep breath as she steeled herself for the day. Keeping her head low, she waited for her new master. She would be sold, she knew it.
She was property after all, a slave.
Place: Central Slave market
Time: Dusk
The desert air cooled as the environment darkened into night. The cooler air made a young slave girl shiver. The girl watched as her fellow slaves were bought and sold to the rich customers that flocked the sale. Some lower class dealers and shop keepers even bought slaves. The girl heard an all too familiar crying, a family was being torn. She looked away, tears slipping down her cheeks, but this was the life of a slave, there was no such thing as family. She shivered as a particularly chilly breeze blew through the tents. Once evening came, she was dragged back to the holding pens with the other slaves. The girl fell into an uneasy sleep.
The next day, the sale was set up again. "Bring #24061 towards the front, she is more valuable." Her master called out to the handlers.
"You got it, Boss!" A handler grabbed her, roughly pulling her up and tightening her bonds. #24061 gave an involuntary gasp as her collar was tightened. The handler smacked her across her back with the handle of his whip, making her whimper in pain. "Move it, Slave." The scar on her back throbbed as she was sat down in the front of the tent, directly in the hot sun. Shaking, she took a deep breath as she steeled herself for the day. Keeping her head low, she waited for her new master. She would be sold, she knew it.
She was property after all, a slave.