Chapter 43 The Unusual Bidding

• The large room was filled with wealthy men, all dressed in expensive suits, their eyes locked on the center of the stage like predators circling prey. The lighting was low, but bright enough to spotlight the young woman standing there—exposed, vulnerable, and clearly afraid.
• Sarah stood frozen.
• Her hands were bound in front of her, her wrists aching from the tight rope, and a black blindfold covered her eyes. The fabric pressed into her skin, robbing her of sight, forcing her to rely on the chilling sounds around her—the slow, haunting melody echoing from hidden speakers, the soft rustle of movement, and worst of all, the murmurs of men appraising her like merchandise.