The iron collar around my neck was freezing, a heavy reminder that I wasn't a person anymore. I was "item 6067." I was forced to stand on a small, rotating pedestal inside my hover-cage. I was completely naked, my skin glistening under the harsh, purple neon lights from the "attractant" oil they’d slathered over me. It made every curve of my body stand out—my small waist, the swell of my hips, and the way my breasts heaved with every panicked breath. My long hair had been pulled back into a tight, high ponytail, leaving my face and neck completely exposed to the hungry eyes of the crowd. "Look at those legs," a voice croaked from the shadows of the warehouse. "Clean, unblemished Earth-stock. She’ll breed true for at least five cycles." A hand reached through the bars—a pale, clammy hand belonging to a Craven merchant. His fingers dug into my inner thigh, dragging upward toward my heat. I jumped back, a sob catching in my throat, but there was nowhere to go. "Don't be shy,
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