Anyway, while the first batch was being sold, the rest remained in the 'holding area'. The place was dark with their sole source of light being the narrow opening in the curtains.
It was also very hot—simmering due to the number of people enclosed in an area. It was getting hard to breathe, and it wasn't just the smell anymore.
They could hear the slave seller hype up the crowd below. When he said "Now for the next batch" everyone's stomachs churned.
The curtain fluttered open, revealing two big men with at least level 20 in strength. They chose whoever was nearest to them, grabbing their arms and pulling them to the stage.
One cried, trying to stop him, though—with their strengths—what could they do even if they weren't 'ordered'?
The other one just followed without struggle, having long succumbed to fate.
"So she just gave up?" a voice in the room would mumble, tone obviously dissatisfied.
