You stand on the platform, chained and shackled, the heavy irons the only thing preventing you from tearing these people apart. You listen as they bid for you not knowing what you are.

"Ten billion." someone calls out. It was a man, tall, well built and clearly rich.

"SOLD! To Mr. Damien Athers!"

with that your fate was sealed, you belonged to him. But he would never break you.