Degusaurusrex
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 5, 2019
May 1st
“Come now, Serenity.” A head full of red hair turned, brightly colored eyes staring at the man that was commanding her. She had already been properly dressed for the upcoming event, left in a pair of less than modest shorts and a form fitting tank top. Still, it was better than being naked, or in a dress that could easily be torn off, but not by much. The fact that she was finally being auctioned off however, made a ball of anxiety form in her stomach. It almost seemed that being kept in servitude for other things would be better, where at least she knew what was going to happen to her. Nodding her head as she let him tug her along, she winced at the way the cuffs bit into her wrists. Still, she made no complaint, not wanting to suffer further consequences for doing so. It was a small price to pay, after all, and any potential violence could wait until she saw who was buying her. After all, it would be rather hard if it was someone twice her size, but she could still try.
The ride was made in silence just as she had assumed it would be, but when she was yanked out of the car the man had the decency not to leave more bruises, knowing she would soon be someone else's property. Most of the ones she had were faded, only one or two still darker from the last time she had misbehaved. It had been worth it, though, in a way. It became a common occurrence in patches, when she got fed up and decided she'd had enough until it became too hard to disobey.
There were many people waiting to be sold off, both male and female, although there seemed to be more females than males in the lot. She balked at the entrance to the building, trying to dig her shoes into the ground until she was forcibly pushed inside and into the line of others. By the look of things it was going to be awhile before it was her turn to become the focus of attention, which meant she had to endure the anxiety of waiting to see who would purchase her. There were so many people eagerly awaiting an addition to their home, and she observed all of the different faces as she waited her turn. Before she knew it, however, she was being shoved onto the stage, shouldering off her escort with a scowl. All she could hope for was a decent owner who wouldn't put her at death's door for amusement.