Terrified

"Oh, my God, I don't want to be sold! This is so messed up!" You shout in panic.

But the bids continue to rise, ignoring your terror, you're being sold like an object. An object of pleasure. And the bids go higher and higher, passing the 100 thousands. Terror transforms into shock, they're ready to pay so much for you, when the old you wouldn't have brought a nickel. The rise in value is mesmerizing, like a crash in slow motion. It's bad for you, but it brings so much confidence. You're worth something, you're worth a lot actually, 200k now.

You've stopped talking a moment ago, you barely breathe, trying to guess who will win the bid. The black woman in a suit, the old man with a sexy woman on his legs, or maybe the heavily tattooed Asian man? Any of them would do, at this price, they're more certainly rich and money... money makes you feel all wet downs there.