They tied me up in just about the least flattering position for an auction. eck chained down to my ankle, no way to lift my head, no way to arch my back or show my posture. I couldn’t display any of my usual grace… and for a moment I wondered if that would make me worth less.

Would they bid lower? Would I just be another tired mare on the rope line? But it didn’t take long. Even sweating, bound, and unable to pose - the bidders kept raising their hands.

I could hear the numbers climbing… I could feel the attention. I didn’t dare look up to see who they were. Not until the very last offer fell silent. The one who paid the most…

I think I might actually like him especially if, once we’re away from the crowd, he loosens these shackles and lets me stand tall again.