“…due to the unnatural, unhealthy relationship between this Master and this Slave, as well as the Master giving his consent, the Slave known as Nephele will be exchanged,†the Chief of the centaurs, Gisor, let his voice ring out over the silent crowd, while he brandished me, fully nude, in front of the herd. I was hollow inside, blocking out what I could… the stares, the expressions on the centaurs faces. How could Vralius do this to me? “The new Masters, named Cazis and Placias, may do with their Slave as they see fit.†And with that, I was shoved forward; two pairs of hands grabbed me, the dark pair belonging to Cazis, while the other, pale-skinned and calloused, belonged to Placias. I identified him as the other centaur that had carried me from my village, though he looked as ruthless as Cazis. Defeated, I lowered my head, while they carried me between them, heading towards my quarters.