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[quote][b]Denali (Feb 06, 2005 06:34 p.m.):[/b] She had withdrawn into a sullen silence by nightfall. It was too much effort to be angry, and too much trouble to feel sorry for herself; she settled instead for chewing on the ends of her hair and sighing dramatically every now and then, mostly for Devona's benefit. Not that it did any good, as the woman said nothing. She didn't even bother to look up, and Mal eventually had to give up on getting her to pay attention to her. The next morning came, then the afternoon, and Mal was dozing lightly out of a lack of anything better to do when there was a commotion. She sat up and glanced out of her cage. There were several men and a few frighteningly burly women, and one unlocked her door and hauled her out. They escorted her to another room and locked her in with two of the women, who promptly began to tug her clothes off before practically throwing her into a tub of water. It was too much of a luxury to have a bath again for her to complain about it, and she submitted to their attentions as they washed her hair and scrubbed her back. When they deemed her clean enough, they handed her what looked like two handcloths, and Mal held them up with a curious frown. "What are these?" "Your clothes," one of the women told her, and Mal laughed. "These are [i]underclothes[/i]," she pointed out, as if this were a joke. "Can I have my trousers and tunic back?" The bigger one with a face like a horse glared at her, and Mal swallowed. It wasn't a joke. She hurriedly tugged them on, and then tried to rearrange them to cover more skin, but it was a futile effort. These... whatever they were, they showed her stomach and legs and nearly every inch of markings on her, and she uncomfortably crossed her arms over her chest as the women looked her over. "Good," the other said, then pushed her toward the door. She was ushered to a long line of people tied to a rope, and someone tied her own wrists in place. Devona was several spots in front of her, and Mal stared jealously at her floor-length shift and muttered epitaphs under her breath until the line began to move and they were led out into a very large room. There were men milling about, and a few groups of people tied up around the room. One of the slavers untied her from the line and led her to a corner where a few other women were standing, and about that time Malorik decided she would have to be dragged out of here kicking and screaming. There was nothing she could have done when she was bound and caged, but right now she was hardly clothed and very, very angry. If she was going to be sold, she would be the worst slave that they'd ever had, and with this in mind she gave the slaver a very sharp kick to the knee. "Filthy bloody slaver bastard," she hissed, and spat straight into his face.[/quote]
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