"Mama, where are we going," I asked.
We were sitting in the car with papa, and I was blindfolded, stripped right down to my panties and bra.
"Hush, child. We mustn't let them know what your voice sounds like, or what your eyes look like. Only what your body looks like."
"Who, mama?"
"No one, child. No one of importance."
The car stopped, and the door opened. A cold gust of wind grazed my skin, and I shivered. Mama wrapped her shawl around me, and made me hold papa's arm to get to the entrance.
"Halt. Who are you, where do you come from and who are you auctioning?" A low male voice asked.
Papa answered,
"Lord Jackson Montague and Lady Rose Montague from Montague Manor. We are auctioning Devil Montague."
At least 5 minutes later, I was allowed access into a building. Someone- a boy, I presume- came up to my parents and began whispering to them and grabbed me, dragging me towards some stage. But that was only the beginning of my evening.