I kept my arms at my sides when he stopped a few feet in front of me. He sneered and looked me over again with the same unhurried contempt as before. I held my ground but flinched when his dirty hand came to my face. His fingers grabbed my jaw roughly and turned my head sideways, examining the swelling.
He tutted. "Slow healer too. Such a shame for such a pretty face."
I rubbed at the pain the moment he let go, my jaw throbbing under my fingers. He chuckled and moved his attention along the line of women standing beside me, studying each one in turn. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. He took his time about it.
"Very well," he said finally. "Back to your cages."
