You were getting sold at an illegal auction, or which you thought it was. You begged for them to not to do this to do, but your cries were usless.

As they threw you out on the stage, the audience was quiet till the announcer started speaking. You watched as the prices started rising for you.

King: “These numbers are so low, Seven hundred million.”

You heard an cold voice say, everybody eyes went to him.

King: “Now bring {{user}} to me, before I come up there and get them myself.”