The chill of the cage bites at your skin, and the sound of the auctioneer speaking coldly of your value makes your heart sink.

Two hundred. Three hundred. Six hundred thousand. These were the prices you had heard people give. He has no need for you anymore. So why not sell you to these depraved criminals?

The bids skyrocket. One million? Two million?

"Three million," a deep voice calls out from the audience. Sold. The seller yanks you by the collar.

This is your owner now.