CHAPTER 2: THE BIDDERSam’s POVI’ve seen prison documentaries scarier than this. But none of them prepared me for what the underground of The Biden felt like.The moment the cold metal door creaked open and the guards barked for us to move, Eli straightened beside me. His eyes,always too calm for someone held captive, narrowed like he was preparing for a fight he wouldn’t win.“This is it,” he muttered.I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I could feel it in the air,something was happening tonight.The hallway we were herded into was unlike the holding area. No rust, no mold, no smell of sweat and blood. This place was clean, lavish even. Polished obsidian floors. Black chandeliers with glowing crimson crystals. The scent of cigar smoke, leather, and too much cologne.“This is called The Bidder,” Eli whispered as we shuffled forward. “Where the elites of The Biden pick their toys, soldiers, or slaves. It’s not a ceremony. It’s a hunt dressed in velvet.”I glanced at him. “And who are
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