"NO!" came Caroline's raw scream, ripping through the main hall. She began to spiral, "I am a married woman! I will NOT be going with that old man!" the last words coming out as a sob.
The Elites watched Caroline's breakdown with the same mild disinterest one might give a fly buzzing against a window. An older vampiress in the front row, who wore a mink's coat, clicked her tongue in distaste,
"I thought Sexton made sure to teach the humans their places. It seems it has fallen slack."
Beside her, another vampiress agreed with a sigh, "Looks like it needs stricter teachings. I am sure by the time Mr. Eustace is done with her, he will teach her well," as if the young human were an animal that hadn't been properly trained.
Soon, Mr. Mortis moved to the dais to regain control of the situation, and he informed,
"We will be taking a small break before continuing the bidding. The refreshments are being provided in the next room, while we sort the ones who have been bought."
