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Anieda woke up in a small room that looked as though she was in a cage or a cell of some sort. In fact thats exactly what she was in. A sigh escaped passed her lips as she sat in the middle of the room where the light filtered in from the hole in the door watching the men walk passed looking in every now and then. Once again she was in this dreaded place. It wasn't unusual that she was sold and bought a lot, many times it was just for her working skills that where posted on the tag. It had her name along with her skills like cooking, cleaning, sewing, and other fun little things. After a while she grew tired of sitting and stretched out as she stood up and began to walk around waiting for someone to buy her. There where whimpers and laughter from the men and slaves about the warehouse but all of them had no effect on her. Anieda had been in here so much that everything seem so natural and normal to her that she just didn't care.