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the old corral area. As the others saw us approaching the men looked me up and down hungrily, while the girls looked at me with anger and resentment in their eyes.
    “Ignore them. Just focus on me and it’ll be okay,” he said out of the side of his mouth.
    I tightened my hand around his arm as he began to greet the others. I found it comforting somehow to know that the man that wanted to trade me like some kind of livestock was letting me hold onto him for dear life. It was a kindness he really didn’t have to afford me and even though I was stuck in a less than desirable situation, I appreciated it.
    “Alright little lady. Go over there with the rest of the girls,” he said after ten minutes. “This should go fairly quickly.”
    I nodded and walked over to the other “prizes” that were dressed identically to me. We were all wearing the same sundress in the same color.
    I stayed to myself when I heard them whispering that this was all my fault that they were going to be traded again. I clasped my hands in front of me, as one of the men walked into the center of the corral and started giving some kind of twisted speech about a rotation.
    I scanned the men for Troy who was leaning over the side of it, one boot up on a rung, making a face at me. I tried to smile but it came across as a grimace, especially since I realized that the man in the middle of it all was done talking.
    I kept my eyes trained on Troy like he told me to do when I noticed a man walk up to him and shake his hand. They seemed to be in deep conversation about something, when the man nodded at me and Troy laughed.
    Then he nodded and shook the man’s hand. As soon as that was done, the man walked around the corral toward me and introduced himself.
    “Hi Posy. May name is Denton and I’m your new owner. Let’s go pretty girl.”

When It Happened

Six
    I was so tired and angry. I was now at my seventh rotation in a new town. After Denton had traded me for one of his girls, he moved us from the town. The next time a rotation came up, we wound up at a new corral and again, I would be moved to a new town. It was always a small, country setting with rustic roots and hillbilly boys.
    I had showered before I was brought to the new corral and I pinned my hair back, hoping that my new owner would at least be attractive. My last owner, Lucas was old, dirty, and abused me in more ways than I knew were humanly possible.
    Taking a deep breath as the new batch of girls was walking toward me, I scanned the group of men to see which one I would prefer to belong too. Seven fucking years of doing this made me feel as if though I had some right to choose my next owner, even though I knew that wasn’t nor ever would be the case.
    I crossed my arms over my chest as some man I had never seen before entered the corral and started the same fucking speech I had heard seven years before. Why everyone was there, what the purpose of this was, and how everyone should choose carefully as there were no take backs or exchanges once a deal was made.
    I watched the first girl enter the ring as the men quickly surrounded the corral to get a look at her. She kept her head down and seemed to be trembling, which wasn’t a good thing for her. It made it blatantly obvious that she was new to what was happening and they would be furiously trying to out bargain each other for a chance to break her in.
    “Look at you all grown up,” a voice said from behind me.
    I whipped around to face the man that was speaking to me, wondering if I would know him. One glance into his deep blue eyes and I had to fight the urge to attack him in front of everyone.
    “Troy?” I asked.
    “Yes ma’am. Aren’t you even more beautiful than I remember, pretty, pretty Posy,” he remarked with a twinkle in his eye. “How old you are these days?”
    “Go fuck yourself,” I replied through grit teeth.
    He laughed, a good-natured laugh and reached for my hand. I promptly jerked mine out of his grip and