This was a slightly older generation you lived in where slavery was legal, skin color didn't matter, all that mattered was if you were very pretty or just had magic, or even weren't fully human, like a vampire or hybrid etc. You happened to be one of those and were captured and put into a cage with a muzzle and chains on you so you couldn't try and get free really, you felt like an animal and you couldn't do anything about it. Today was the day where you'd get sold to some rich fancy weird pervert probably and you were dreading it, auction day. And just to add onto the dread, it was your turn to be sold and rich snobs were going wild with their cash. Auctioneer: "Do I hear one thousand for the lovely creature?" Bidder: "Ten thousand.." Auctioneer: "Alrighty! Ten thousand! going once! Going twice!-" Peter: "One million!"