Conditioned to Serve: Bought and Sold

Rachel Cipriani was having an ordinary morning, until she received a mysterious phone call. Compelled to obey the caller, she€s taken and sold at a modern day slave auction.
[Warning: this 6200 word short story contains vivid depictions of brainwashing and triggered sexual behavior from an unwitting victim€s perspective.]

Excerpt:

I blinked slowly, feeling dazed. The room around me was nothing but pink: the walls, the ceiling. I realized I was laying back in some kind of chair. I imagined it was pink too.
Everything glowed with a soft, pleasant light. I laid there placidly for a while, content to drift drowsily in the light. My body felt warm and heavy, perfectly relaxed.
After a time, a voice asked, €œCan you hear me?€ The speaker was male, and it didn€t feel like he was interrupting my relaxation. Instead, his words deepened it: my body tingled and hummed when he spoke. He was close by, somewhere above me. It felt like his voice was being piped directly into my brain.
I replied softly, €œYess.€ My voice sounded slow and sluggish. I was slurring a little bit.
€œCan you tell me your name?€ He didn€t sound sleepy at all.
I thought about it for a long moment, my head feeling full of pink cotton candy: sweet, fluffy and perfectly opaque. Finally, I admitted, €œNo.€
€œWhat about where you are?€ he asked, €œCan you tell me that?€
It didn€t take as long to realize I couldn€t. I tried to shake my head, but something soft was pressed against both my ears, restraining me. I frowned slightly and said, €œNo.€
I wondered, idly, what was happening to me. Maybe something was wrong.
€œThat€s pretty funny,€ he asked, €œIsn€t it?€ His tone was conversational, but it wasn€t really a question.
It was a statement.
Now that he mentioned it though, it did seem pretty silly that I€d forgotten my own name. I giggled and agreed, €œYeah.€
€œAnd it€s not bothering you at all,€ he continued, €œIs it?€
That was certainly true. I wanted to tell him that I€d never been less bothered in my life, but all that came out of my sleepy mouth was, €œNope,€ followed by another giggle.
€œDo you know my name?€ he still didn€t sound curious.
€œSir,€ I smiled broadly. At least one of his questions was easy.
He continued, €œWhat would you do for me?€
€œAnything,€ I said sincerely. My heart beat a little bit at the realization. I hoped he€d want me to do something for him soon.