Yes

“Master.” The auburn haired girl says in a small voice, presenting him with her leash. The tall man takes it with a nod, and the fat slaver start making his way towards the third's cage.

Her eyes widen and she scoots back to the far end of her tiny cage. "Nonononono”, she murmurs, tears welling up in her eyes, as she frantically looked for a way out.

“Behave and I won’t hit ye again.” The slaver whispered, showing her an uneven yellow row of teeth as he unlocked the door. “Gerrout and lemme put this on ye so I can get on with me fucken' day.” He stepped back from the door, leash in one hand, collar in the other.

The girl nods, stepping out, with her head bowed, her body shaking weakly as she await for the collar to be placed around her throat.