I’ve been a slave for fifteen years.They took everything I had.My magic, my family, and my dignity. Believe it or not, I was once fierce.But disobeying Master’s orders generally results in some pretty brutal punishment. So I do everything I can to avoid that. Before the contract, I didn’t have to pretend.But I’ve lost that somewhere along the way. Too many years as a slave, passed from one master to the next.It has all stripped that fierce strength I once had, and exhausted me.Today, I’ll be auctioned to a new Master. I’m wearing the most uncomfortable clothing.So tight around my waist. And If I stand up straight, the material molds around my breasts to give them a large, voluptuous look.I know Master hopes to get a good price for my skills.But being a witch doesn’t have the perks it used to.He’s displaying my other assets in the hope someone will pay a reasonable price for that, if not for my magic. As anxiety builds up in my body, I can’t help but wonder… Who is it going to own me next?