Limitless Paranoia

"Little… Gobbler…"

Every hair on Creed's skin stood up straight. His very soul almost rejected his body, and images around him dulled to a standstill. He could hear his heart thumping inside his eardrums. 

A chronic corruption leaked into his eyes when he heard Dollar Twenty start the bidding.

"The bidding for the High-Tier Inca Aves starts with $300 Thousands!"

"$350 thousands!"

"$400 thousands!"

"$450 thousands!"

"$500 thousands!"

The sound of chatters began to fade out.  Creed vision blacked out and a high-pitched siren hijacked his eardrums. His pulse spiked up to a gh