Sold!
This one's teeth are bad,
I'll take her for a hundred.
Bruises?
This just won't do,
maybe the Russians will want her.
Look at this one,
porcelain skin,
green eyes,
emeralds,
hair that captures the essence of obsidian,
nails painted,
like the mask of her face,
though she doesn't need it,
is she worth enough?
One million?
Two?
I think she is priceless,
but they only see her as an asset,
permanent property,
something to control.
No rights,
beauty to belittle,
to take to their room,
tie her up and make her scream,
for your own sick pleasure.
She takes it,
not because she has to,
but because it is all she has ever known,
but to me,
she's a scarcity,
something to love,
something to cherish,
my princess.