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Portia

"You won't be walking out of here tonight."

Did she mean that literally?

Because if this is Felix's plan for me, then I'll be fucked by every man out there in turn.

I hear the woot of the onlookers once the curtain is fully raised. I can't see much of them and I think that's on purpose. The spotlight follows me even when I turn my head.

A man calls out a ridiculous number and makes a lewd comment. Several laugh out loud as the auctioneer chuckles into his microphone, tapping his gavel twice to get everyone's attention.

“You haven't even seen it all yet,” he notes in a sing-song voice.

Two sets of hands take hold of my arms and force me to turn.

When they do, I catch a glimpse of the blinking red light coming from the top corner of the room.

Felix is recording this. Is it for me? Well, I should say is it for him?

To show those who won't pledge loyalty to him what happens if you are his enemy? Or is it to hold onto after these men leave. Material to blackmail them when it suits h