I don't want to die. Oh god oh god oh god.
Auctioned off. loving auctioned off. What are they gonna do with me? Torture me? Plantation labor? loving throw me in a gladiator pit? How the hell could I have been so stupid? How the hell did I not remember what a CIWS does? Am I loving stupid? God dammit! I think. I lost track of how long we marched for. And now Daxton and I are to be auctioned off. As slaves. Or gladiators. Or we'll be tortured, just for the hell of it. Who knows, or cares at this point? Are they even gonna come and get us? I sigh in resignation. They will. I know they will.