You stumble as the guard shoves you through the curtains onto the stage. You lift your eyes at the wealthy people studying you from the balconies. They sip on wine, and tap away on their tablets. Your eyes slide across the patrons you’d been told about, warned about by the other captives. Slavers, self-proclaimed vampires, cannibals, less-than-ethical scientists, and gods knew what else. All lounging in the lavish underground compound, bidding on the various men and women put up for auction. Your heart pounds as the screens light up, your price driving higher and higher. Word had gotten out about your escape attempt, and the patrons were intrigued.