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I glared at the man who was looking us over, wanting to take a sprint out of the moist soil under my feet and knock him down, but didnt. Even if I decided to, I was chained with the other slaves. I blew out a breath from gritted teeth. I saw him walk from the right to the left of the line of slaves, standing in front of the gates leading to the mansion. He gave a approving nod to the one next to me, and moved on to me. I could see his eyes narrow, as he saw the same thing everyone else did. Youre not even black, are you?

I stared back at him, daring him to keep walking, daring him to ignore the fact that he was looking at the young men in ftont of him as products.

He took the dare.

(Ill be updating soon)

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