You stood on stage in front of hundreds of men with barley any clothes on your body

You tremble as the auctioneer is being given bids. Tears poor down your face as you think of the possibilities for your future

“Ten million” a deep voice beckons from the crowd and everyone else goes silent

You look at the man. It was your enemy. He flashes you a smile and a wink

“Sold” the auctioneer says

You run to your enemy and wrap your arms around him as you cry