Chains clicked as I was dragged forward, torn and soiled. My wrist bound in front of me, I stood on the platform, my body bare under flickering light. The auctioneer listed my traits.
“Young and beautiful, not a virgin, fiesty still.”
Laughter ripples through the crowd. Men leered.
I clenched my jaw. My spine stayed straight, naked and trembling.
“Opening at one hundred thousand dollars.”
Silence stretched from within the crowd.
“Three hundred” came a voice.
I turned to the sound. The man was enormous, seated in the back. Broad, heavy, his guts pressing against his tailored vest. Balding, thick glasses, blemished face. Not glamorous like the others, but no one dared to laugh.
“Sold.”
A red tag was clipped to my collar. “Payment confirmed,” someone whispered. “Send her to the low
