Your Mind is Mine

I stand there, a plastic smile on my face as I am posed to fit their standards of sexy and appealing.
I stand there motionless as they spin me around, showing my nude body to hundreds upon hundreds of strangers.
Men wearing masks, men with hungry eyes, women who don't want to be there, and men who look like they're not in the correct place.
"5,000, I see 5,000, anyone wanna go higher- 10,000! I see 10,000 for our pale female! Virgin, green eyes, many beauty marks, never been touched! Not a single time. Anyone wanting to go higher than 10,000? Anyone! Anyone at all! No? 10,000 going once, going twice- 50,000! Oh my god, we got 50,000 for this young female! Going once! Going twice? SOLD! For 50,000 dollars!"
And just like that, I'm taken away, dressed accordingly, and placed in a wooden box with holes in it. My arms, legs, neck, and torso strapped in like a barbie doll. Within my box are instructions, and an introduction. With my name, age, my trigger and safe word, my likes and dislikes, my kinks, and my favorite meals.
I am packed with a few pairs of extra clothes, and accessories. They're in baggies.
"You ought to take care of this one, she's one of a kind."