AUCTION OF LIAM

The dimly lit auction room buzzed with an undercurrent of anticipation as the auctioneer stepped onto the raised platform, ready to commence the bidding. The assembled masters, clad in their finest attire, settled into their seats, eyes gleaming with eagerness and hunger for new acquisitions.

"Welcome, esteemed masters, to today's auction," the auctioneer's voice rang out, authoritative and commanding. "We shall start the bidding with Liam, a cuckold ****. The starting bid is 10 Thorn coins, with each subsequent bid raised by 10 coins."

Liam, trembling slightly, was led onto the stage, his eyes downcast and his posture submissive. The humiliation of his situation was evident in the way he held himself, a stark contrast to the confident gazes of the masters sizing him up.

"Shall we start at 10 Thorn coins?" the auctioneer prompted, scanning the room.

"10!" called out a master from the back, raising his hand with an air of disinterest.

"20!" another voice countered, more enthusiastic this time.

"30!"

"40!"

The bids came swiftly, the price climbing higher as the masters vied for ownership. Liam stood silently, each increment a further degradation of his worth as a human being, reduced to mere numbers in this brutal transaction.

"100!" The bid echoed louder, drawing murmurs from the crowd. The competition was heating up.

"150!"

"200!" A master near the front leaned forward, eyes fixed on Liam with a calculating gaze.

Finally, the bidding slowed as it reached its peak. "250 Thorn coins," declared a master with an air of finality, his voice resonating with authority.

The auctioneer glanced around, ensuring no further bids would come. "250 Thorn coins, going once, going twice... Sold!"

A light smattering of applause followed, the masters acknowledging the finality of the sale. Liam was led off the stage, his fate now sealed by the highest bidder, his future uncertain but undoubtedly filled with further degradation.

The auctioneer, undeterred by the completion of the first sale, turned to the next item on the list. "Next, we have...," but for Alex, the moment was already sealed in his mind. His focus was now on his own acquisitions—his uncle Edmund and nephew Frederick. The auction was far from over, and his plans for them were just beginning.