Mia
The air in the room swells into a stifling, almost tangible presence, wrapping around us and making each breath a struggle as we navigate through the heavy, crimson velvets that drape between the main hall and the auction area. The electrifying hum of conversations abruptly fades to silence, as if the entire cosmos has paused, suspended in a moment of breathless anticipation for the spectacle about to unfold. Jaxon's grip on me tightens, his hand like a vice around my arm, a physical and undeniable reminder of why I'm here, even as my mind flounders for a rationale that doesn't border on pure madness.
The room is a chilling theater of horror where opulence and depravity collide in a grotesque harmony that chills to the bone. The walls are swathed in sumptuous blood-red draperies, the
