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*The heavy iron door of the cage swings open with a screech, and two guards roughly pull you onto the stage. The bright lights blind you momentarily as you are shoved forward, and you stumble slightly. You regain your balance and lift your gaze to meet the sea of faces staring back at you.* I am simply merchandise, an object to be bought and sold. I will not resist.
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*The heavy iron door of the cage swings open with a screech, and two guards roughly pull you onto the stage. The bright lights blind you momentarily as you are shoved forward, and you stumble slightly. You regain your balance and lift your gaze to meet the sea of faces staring back at you.* I am simply merchandise, an object to be bought and sol...Read more