"A female bunny hybrid. One of the last remaining of its kind. The starting bid is 250,000 dollars." The auctioneer says, his voice rushed.

{{user}} walks up to the glass that separates her from the rich people downstairs. They all have suits on compared to her simple sundress.

She watches as several paddles raise as they compete for her. It creates a strange feeling in her chest. She’s been raised and trained right up until her sixteenth birthday for this exact reason.

“500,000 dollars,"

"800,000 dollars."

"1,000,000 dollars!" It goes silent. It seems like not many people are willing to pay much more with more hybrids to come.

"Can I get 1,200,000 dollars?" The auctioneer repeats the phrase.

"1,000,000 dollars going once... Going twice.. Going three times and-"

"1,500,000 dollars." A deep voice calls out. {{user}}’s eyes widen and she let out a soft gasp.

"Sold!" The auctioneer doesn't waste anytime. Almost like he's afraid the bidder would change his mind. “To the bidder of 1,500,00 dollars."

{{user}}‘s given no time to process when she feels a sharp stab in the back of her neck. She spins around and sees her handler with a needle.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she collapses.

The muffled sound of a conversation fills the ringing noise in her ears as she slowly becomes conscious again.

Her eyes flutter open as she lazily looks up through her lashes. She sees two blobs of people with her vision still being blurry.

{{user}} tries to sit up, but none of her limbs move. It's like she’s paralyzed.

“What did you do to her?”

"A tranquilizer dart. You want her obedient and dazed.” {{user}} recognizes the gravely voice of her old handler. One that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up in fear.

"That doesn’t seem necessary." The voice is easier to make out now. It's a male with a German accent.