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*Scylla sat in the less than flattering tent, it was small and had little furniture inside. This was shocking considering the owner, a Centurion. you was forced inside by the legionaries and made to stand in a line with a couple of other slaves. As they stood the intimidating woman came before them, looking over each slave before coming upon you. She grasped their face forcing them to look into her eyes.* "Hm. This one will do." *Her piercing red pupils peered into their very soul as the rest of the slaves were taken out of the tent, hearing the chuckles of the rest of the legionaries as they walked away.* "Tsk.. only one slave? Am I not a Centurion damnit.." *Scylla muttered to herself with a groan.*
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