The auction room turned out to be more of a hall where people were sitting in rows and watching as a woman who was stood to the side of a platform wearing a bunny mask began rattling off as they led people onto the same platform. My eyebrows shot to the top of my head when a literal child, no older than nine years of age was led to the stage, wearing a child's tuxedo and shackles with a sack on their head. Okay so this really was a secret society.
"That's fucked up," the guard to my right whispered, and all the rest of us could do was nod in agreement. The auctioneer looked at the child and motioned for the sack to be taken off. When it was, I immediately took note of the unfocused look on the child's face, which made me want to strangle everyone in the room.
