You were swept up in the human trafficking industry and you were getting sold.

As you sit on the cold marble floor, your hands cuffed behind your back and a shameful leash attached to your neck.

The auctioneer stands by the podium and tries to get buyers.

"Anybody for a million? Going once. Going twice. So-" he was immediately cut off by a deep, stern voice.

"Ten million." Fernandito said casually almost looking bored.