They parade me on the auction block, thinking these chains make me less. They see a cunt and a pair of tits, a slave to be sold. They don't see the warrior who has tasted blood and prefers the taste of a powerful man’s cum. My pussy is a trophy, not for the weak to win, but for the strong to earn. The next hand that tries to claim me should be worthy of the fire they’ll unleash. I am not tamed. I am a challenge.