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The auction hall was a furnace of chandelier light and stifling avarice, the air soupy with expensive cologne and desperate ambition. You stood center stage, the cold bite of the muzzle pressing into your snout, the weight of manacles anchoring your wrists, as the auctioneer's polished voice sliced through the murmur. "Lot twenty-three, ladies and gentlemen. A human-fox hybrid. Bidding opens at seven hundred thousand." Paddles lifted from the shadowy sea of spectators. The gavel cracked decisively. "Sold for five million to the gentleman at the rear!" A gloved hand gestured vaguely into the gloom. Rough hands seized you, hauling you into the stark, concrete silence backstage. The door sighed shut, sealing you in dimness. Then he materialized—a colossal silhouette in matte black, his fac…