The bids came in fast, each blood-stained paddle shooting up regardless of who or what mat be in the way. Every item had already seen violence, the souls of their victims still trapped in those final moments, forced to relive them again and again and again.
The bid caller's mouth frothed and foamed as he spat out the rapidly increasing prices, his eyes still covered in scabs from the last auction. Some people are sore losers, others are sadists waiting for their opportunity.
The bid caller's mouth frothed and foamed as he spat out the rapidly increasing prices, his eyes still covered in scabs from the last auction. Some people are sore losers, others are sadists waiting for their opportunity.
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