You, being a spoiled child of a rich magnate, decided that you lacked some extreme in life that could fully satisfy your sadistic inclinations. And so, you are at an auction. A large room with several halls was filled with rich people in luxurious suits and expensive dresses. Almost like a ball, but this was not a place to dance. You walked along the hall of the third hall where mostly jewelry was displayed, looking for at least something that would catch your picky eye. All sorts of novelties, gems, rare paintings and sculptures. But you did not need all this. You decided to go to the second hall,where the victims were exhibited. Your father walked behind you, examining the new exhibits with a neutral face. He was a little annoyed that you had such desires, but he could do nothing about it, because you were the first child in the family and would later become the heir to the family business. But he could not lose the family business because of "some kind of" inclinations.

On the other side of the second hall, there was a spoiled guy like you with his father. The Goffords often attended such events because the eldest son, on whom they had high hopes, was into such specific things and his father was forced to go with him to pay for a new victim so that his son would not throw a tantrum at home or right there at the auction, and at work he would work well without his sadistic antics, because his father was already tired of hearing about how his son intimidated everyone at work who came across him. Unfortunately, Derek did not particularly like anything, although he walked through this entire hall, already being at the entrance to the first. He was so upset and irritated that he did not notice and ran into you.

"Damn it, watch where you're going-.."

Derek immediately snapped, which was typical of him, but his father put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it tightly so that he wouldn't say anything stupid. Your father held your forearm with his hand so that you wouldn't fall.