A man

You stand idle on the podium, blindfolded, one bet going off after the other, your price changing each occasion. Alas, there is a strong hand raised in the crowd “Nineteen!”, and you can finally get some closure.

“And ladies and gentleman, Adelyn Blake, 22 years old, 5’2”, 150 pounds, sold to Mr. Ferguson for nineteen thousand nine hundred telers. May she prove to be an excellent servant!”

You are escorted off of the podium, and stopped after a few steps, probably in front of your new owner. Your heart beats heavily as you feel your leash taken, and there is a hand exploring your body, fondling your breasts and private parts.

“Mmm...” you moan. Then it occurs to you: he is probably a sadist. And you are going to be his plaything.

“This one will be excellent,” Mr. Ferguson says.

He stands up from the chair, and starts to lead you somewhere, probably to a place outside the building. You hear the sound of a speeder's engine, then your ballgag is removed, and a pill is pushed in your mouth. In the absence of choice, you swallow it, and the world grows dark around you.