Charlotte wanted to scream. She wanted to tear them apart with her bare hands.
But she couldn't touch any of them. She was as powerless here as the people on the tables.
"What's going on here?" She demanded, spinning toward Marcus. "Why have all these people been tied up!? What are you planning to do with them!?"
Marcus gave a cold, satisfied smile that made her skin crawl.
"Haven't I already told you, Lady Charlotte? These are the activities."
"Activities?"
"Every party needs entertainment. Games. Shows. Something to keep the guests engaged."
He gestured toward the bound prisoners with a flourish.
"In the real world, people hire performers. Jugglers. Magicians. Musicians. But here, in my domain, we prefer something a little more...interactive."
He walked over to a nearby table, where a display of tools had been arranged—knives, pliers, drills, and other implements that Charlotte didn't want to identify.
"We've gathered playthings from all over the world."
