She was useless.

        She felt the icy chain constrict tightly around her unprotected ankles, and with each step she took, she experienced intense agony that was extremely difficult to tolerate. The pain was so severe that it was almost impossible to bear, and the areas around her ankles had already begun to exhibit a bluish discoloration, giving the appearance that she had suffered an injury in that location for an extended period. Her wrists were also secured with chains, and just like the ones on her ankles, they were extremely tight and causing significant discomfort. In fact, blood was trickling down her arm, but despite the immense pain she was enduring, her facial expression remained completely impassive, and not even the slightest hint of a grimace could be detected. Her deep blue eyes appeared dull and lifeless, devoid of any sparkle or radiance, giving the impression that they were devoid of emotion, much like a hollow and foreboding void.

She walked very quietly, carefully following the guard who was walking ahead of her, leading the way through the corridor that was poorly lit, with only a small amount of light managing to find its way in. The air in the corridor was extremely unpleasant, filled with a very strong and overwhelming smell that was extremely difficult to ignore. The smell was a mixture of old blood and rust, and it had a metallic quality to it that made it particularly unpleasant. As she walked, she tried to ignore the smell and focus on the guard, who was still leading the way.

After a short time, the guard came to a stop in front of a small door. The door was extremely tiny, barely half the size of the guard, and it looked like it had been built for a child. The guard pushed the door open and stepped to one side, allowing the girl to pass through. "Here you are," he said gruffly, looking at her with a serious expression. "You need to be very obedient this time, and make sure that one of these people finds you valuable. It's very important that you make a good impression."

   She remained completely silent, refusing to acknowledge the man's harsh words, and instead, she submissively bent her body, carefully maneuvering herself to fit through the incredibly small doorway, which was roughly half the normal size. As soon as she had squeezed through the tiny opening, the door was abruptly slammed shut behind her, enveloping her in an eerie silence.

She pushed and squeezed her way through the extremely narrow and uncomfortable passageway, which was terribly designed and made her feel very claustrophobic. She wasn't even slightly surprised, because she had been through this same routine many, many times before. She had lost count of how often she had walked through this gloomy corridor, leading to the dark and depressing stage where those disgusting and repulsive people would stare at her with lustful eyes, make rude and insulting comments about her, and then ultimately reject her. It's not like she wanted to be chosen or anything, but the instructor always treated her like a completely useless girl and punished her severely after every auction.

As time went on, she eventually stopped being selected to participate in the auctions, and she was left to spend her days in the dark and dingy dungeon. She had no idea how much time had passed - it could have been months or even years. The dungeon was always dark, with no light to distinguish day from night, and she had grown accustomed to this strange and unsettling environment. However, some of the other girls still struggled to cope with the lack of light and the eerie atmosphere.

She could still vividly remember the terrifying screams that echoed through the corridors every night, as the cruel and heartless guards, disguised as protectors, brutally abused and defiled the other girls. Those horrific screams still haunted her, even though she had never been a victim herself. The memories of those dreadful nights were forever etched in her mind, a constant reminder of the unspeakable horrors that she had witnessed.

  After forcing her way through the small space, she finally emerged onto the Stage, where the audience was packed tightly with numerous nobles and elites. Some had come to carefully evaluate the day's auction offerings, searching for something worthy of purchase. Others had arrived seeking entertainment, eager to witness the excitement of the auction firsthand. And then there were those who had come with a specific purpose in mind, searching for a particular item or individual.

As she stepped onto the Stage, a chorus of jeers and mocking comments erupted from the crowd. "Hmmp, she's still here," a voice sneered. "What a waste of space," another person added. "She can't even lift a pencil off a table with magic," a third voice chimed in. "Very useless, indeed." Someone else shouted, "I wouldn't pay a single coin for her!" The crowd erupted in laughter and applause, with some individuals shouting insults and catcalls.

She stood still, her face stoic and expressionless, as if the cruel words and mocking laughter hadn't affected her in the least. She didn't even bother to glance at the crowd, her eyes fixed on some point in front of her. The jeers and insults continued to rain down on her, but she remained unmoving, her demeanor unbroken.

  She remained completely silent and still, ignoring the crowd's harsh criticism as she waited patiently for her cue to proceed. When the signal came, she began to walk towards the table positioned at the center of the stage. As she moved, the shackles on her wrists and ankles clanked loudly, the sound echoing harshly in her own ears.

Upon reaching the table, she noticed a glass of wine sitting on it. She knew exactly what the instructor expected her to do. Her task was to transform the red liquid in the glass into water, a relatively simple magical feat. However, the instructor hoped that if she succeeded, someone in the audience might be willing to make a purchase.

She stared blankly at the glass for a few seconds before picking it up. She gazed at the glass, muttering incoherent words under her breath, but after a full minute, nothing happened. The glass remained unchanged, the red liquid still intact. "Still as useless as before," a voice sneered from the crowd.

She didn't even acknowledge the crowd's taunts. After another minute of her spell failing to take effect, she lifted the glass to her lips and gulped down the wine in one swift motion. She then placed the empty glass back on the table. Almost instantly, the crowd witnessed a surprising spectacle: the glass rose into the air on its own, hovering slowly before shattering into tiny fragments. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft clinking of the glass shards hitting the floor.

    Someone asked,"What's that all she's got?" and continue to say that no one would buy such a lowly witch like her. "I mean, just look at her," the person sneered. "She can't even perform a simple spell. What a complete waste of time, no one would buy..... 

     "I'll buy." A deep Voice said in a low tune, everyone's gaze turned to the owner.