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There’s nowhere to go. For the millionth time Clint eyes the exit, his mind trying to come up with any feasible escape plan, but he knows it’s fruitless. There’s guards and attendants on the other side, with clubs, and whips, and tasers for hell’s sake. He’s tried before, has the scars to prove it, which is why he’s on sale in the first place. He’s fallen far from his original price tag. He was once told that a pretty thing like himself was worth thousands, but that’s not the case anymore.
“Sadly.” He murmurs sarcastically, eyeing the collar in the man’s hands with apprehension. He looks ready to bite if Bucky reaches out towards him, but he knows that kind of reaction could get his tongue cut out so he stays still, despite how much he wants to fight back. It’s never gotten him anywhere but a worse slave shop.