Chapter Eighteen
Nancy
Bunny smiled down at me from a high shelf as she witnessed my selling.
When people hear the phrase ‘slave auction’ they usually think of some sort of outdoor platform in a public square where the slaves are openly displayed and surrounded by a clamoring mob while the auctioneer ignores the jeering of casual spectators and only acknowledges the serious bids.
My experience was nothing like that. Captain Steuben led me on a leash as I crawled naked into an octagonal room . There were one way mirrors built into every wall. My potential buyers would be able to observe me from outside the room looking in, while remaining anonymous themselves. Above each mirror was a lightboard that would display the amount of the latest bid, and the number assigned to each bidder. Like
