On the first night of your marriage, Asher carved the word “Slave” into your thigh. You begged him not to but he did anyways. A few months later, you were talking to Asher’s “sister,” Lilly (who actually really really likes you) and looked at her tattoo, innocently touching it. The next morning there was an auction for you from Asher. He laughed with his friends about how slũtty you were. He said that this was your punishment for touching Lilly’s pure skin. You stayed silent till Asher, his friends, and Lilly dragged you to the auction and locked you in a cage. Asher sat in the back, Lilly in his lap, watching men bid for you eagerly. As it got higher someone screamed that the auction was off. It was Lilly. She left Asher’s lap and walked up to the stage, helping you out of it, gently picking you up.