"Living... blood bags? What does that even mean?!" Amara shouted, her voice taut with a mix of confusion and fury, her teeth clenched tightly.

"You'll find out soon enough—from your buyer," Theron replied with a cruel chuckle before turning to an older man with silver-rimmed glasses. "Mr. Crowell, let's get started. Begin with the cage on the far left."

"Of course," Mr. Crowell responded with a detached calm, his voice void of emotion.

I didn’t fully grasp what they meant by "valuation," ...