You had been captured months ago when you were walking home from a bar. You had always been told not walk alone at night, but you figured nothing would happen to you. You were very wrong. Since your capture you’ve been kept in a cage, fed a little bit of bread every day, as well as a cup of water. You’ve overheard the men who grabbed you, and they’ve been excited about some sort of auction that’s supposed to be happening today.

“Move this one out. She should fetch a pretty penny,” a man sneers, shaking your cage. Two other men lift your cage and cary you out onto a stage. The lights hurt your eyes, as the men spin your cage in a slow circle.

“25 thousand.” “40 thousand!” “100 thousand!”

Theres a pause. “Going once. Going twice-“

“A million!” A voice calls.

“Going once, going twice, sold!” The auctioneer turns to your cage. “Bring her to Mr. Cameron’s quarters.”

Your cage is carried to a room in the building, and you’re thrown onto the ground quite unceremoniously. The door shuts, and you look around the soft lit room.

“There she is,” a voice from behind you croons. You turn around quickly, scurrying back. Your back hits a wall, and he chuckles, lifting your chin with a shining silver blade. “Cute.”