This story might be a disappointment to some, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯>>4707
"The next item is a voluptuous brown haired lass by the name of Miriam. She's selling herself in order to raise money for her poor family."
Miriam strode unto the stage, half naked - only her privates covered by a thin skirt. As she strode,moving from the hips, her tits jolted up and down sporadically.
The men and few women in the room looked at her with disgust - just another meatbag with a pair of tits - no exceptional beauty, no mistique, no charm, just a pair of big fat tits.
"Auction starts at $1000." the host stated.
A long silence.
"$700. I'll take her for $700." a tall bald man in the back said.
"Alright. Sold for $700."
A few hours later Miriam found herself naked and afraid in a well stocked kitchen - that of the man who purchased her. She didn't know why she was so afraid, since death would be a good release from her misery - or at least that's how she felt. Wearing only her pink skirt, she sat at the table in the middle of the room.
A tall, muscular man with a shaved head and blue eyes entered the room. He grabbed a chair and sat down facing her. He watched her mildly, no ill intent in his eyes, until her fear seeped away and she only felt confused.
"You know… your eyes look just like mine." he said then resumed his silence, which was beginning to be quite unnerving for Miriam.
"Just…just do it. Butcher me! Butcher me and eat me. I'm only meat…" she said, her voice drowned in despair - yet with a shred of defiance.
"Is that what you want Miriam? To be killed in a horrific way so your family could get some scraps and live on - so your life could have had value?"
Miriam sat quiet and contemplated what the man just asked. The situation seemed absurd to her.
"You don't know how to do anything, do you?" the man asked amused.
"W-w-what? H-how is…? Why is that important?"
"As I expected. You're a sad little shit that only has a pair of tits to her name. You probably grew up in a poor house and didn't shine in anything. But you've got huge breasts and thought your life could be valuable because of that. Killing you would fulfill your fantasy of self worth, you would have finally amounted to something, to prolonging your family's existence." he scolded Miriam, slapping her with the reality of her situation.
For a moment… she didn't know what to say.
"My family… did they get the money?" she finally asked.
"Yes, I personally added the amount to your family's credit chip."
"So what will you do with me? Kill me? Torture me…?"
"Sure. I could burst open your tits with a maul then beat you to death, cook you alive with electricity, but I wouldn't eat low quality meat like yours. I could slash you to a thousand pieces, torture you in ways even the people of the middle ages would think I am insane. Feed you to my dogs, let my friends throw knives at you or degrade you as a sex slave… but." and he paused, staring at Miriam as her face went through a carousel of fear then ground to a halt.
"What I'll do is I'll give you a choice: all of the above, your life only amounting to $700 that won't do your family much OR … I'll see how far self determination can get someone. I'll help you raise your value, get you to ripen to any potential you could have." He said and laid his hands on the table face down.
"So… what will it be?"