Auction Room-Bruce Robertson
"This is fucking shite!I have my bleeding rights and you're all in bloody violation of them!"If anything, Bruce being loud, and angry, was nothing knew but this was different. The filthy creatures had read his name off, and wasted no time restraining him when he decided their decision was a bunch of bollocks.
Glaring at anyone that even glanced at him as the guards dragged him from the room, he struggled against the restraints they'd decided he'd needed. Needed his fucking arse!He was perfectly capable of walking on his own, and the only place he was going was out the fucking door!Blinking at the stage and the line of people ahead of him, he thought about trying to knock the guards out of the way and make a run for it. If he wasn't in fucking cuffs, and a little bit younger, he might have even attempted it.