Holding Pens: Jennifer
To the untrained eye Jennifer looked quite calm, despite the fact she was waiting for the auction to start. She was kneeling on the floor of her holding pen, the smell of which she had become accustomed to, although she had been kneeling in the same position for hours her posture did not waver. Her legs were wide apart with her hand resting there palms up. She had arched her back slightly in order to push out her breasts in a pleasing manner and had lowered her head respectfully to all onlookers. Her legs ached but she ignored the pain like she had been taught to, her own suffering was of little consequence, what was important was how she presented herself.
Her apparent composure however was merely a front, a show of her self-control. In truth, Jennifer was in turmoil, her emotions were all over the place but mostly she was anxious. Change was not easy for Jenn at the best of times and she had no idea what the future would hold for her. She knew nothing about this place nor its inhabitants and worst still - she had no idea who her new Master would be. She craved the security and safety of orders but none had come for hours, she had merely been told to stay and so she knelt in the centre of the pen in silence.
She didn’t know what she wanted the outcome of this auction to be bar being owned once more. She wanted to fetch a good price for her old Master, in way of apology for whatever it was that she had done wrong and had caused him to sell her to the highest bidder today. Yet she knew she wasn’t worth much or anything for that matter. Hadn’t she always been told that she was worthless? She wondered if the bidders knew that. Whatever the price she was sold at though, she would feel guilty and would have to find a way to make up the waste of money to them.