Serena's POV: 

Shirley screamed in pain.

The slave traders followed suit right after.

For some reason, the electric current that was tormenting my body disappeared without a trace.

I quickly retreated to a corner, just in case crazy Shirley would try attacking me.

"What the hell is wrong with your remote control? Why did it explode in my hand?!"

Shirley held up her bloody hand and shouted at the slave traders.

"Miss Hunter, I'm sorry, but I don't know why it would do that! That remote control had always been fine.How could it explode all of a sudden?"

The slave trader panicked and stuttered on his words.

While his injury looked less serious than Shirley's, his wound still looked horrible.

I watched them argue, just as confused as everyone else in the room.

The explosion must have had something to do with the strange force that surged in my body just now, but even I didn't know what happened exactly.

Fortunately, neither Shirley nor the slave traders suspected me of the accident.

They concluded that the remote must have had a defect of some sort.

Shirley's face was also disfigured from the shrapnel that embedded themselves into her skin.

She insisted the slave traders compensate her and take her to the hospital immediately.

Dealing with Shirley had exhausted the slave traders so much that they no longer had time to continue training me, so they just opted for locking me in a cage.

The pain in my body had permeated through my bones.

I ached all over, inside and out.

The cage they put me in was extremely low and narrow, needing only two steel bars to shut the opening.

The size of the space had forced me to stay in a kneeling awkward position.

My buttocks were held high, facing towards the outside.

A perfect view for the slave traders who would pass by.

This method was probably used to rid the slave of shame for their exposed bodies.

This way, the slave would no longer be sensitive to being vulnerable in front of men.

They would be submissive to sex and pain altogether.

painful, but this punishment was crueler and

up beside me, as far as the eye could

she-wolves like me who had been

couldn't help but start to feel

Peter's POV: 

that sexy and beautiful she-wolves would often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do you think

a mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was my good friend,

playboy, though, known to be a silver- tongued fox

been wondering why we werewolves even still have slaves and such traditions.It's such a primitive and barbaric thing to do in this modern era of civilization.Besides, we're only going to the auction to buy a gift for Patricia.Not anything else.You've

the apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky with her presents.An auction was the

on.You've been single for too long.Some things will rust if they

me.  "If it weren't for that

soon, but

now you really sound like my mother.Whatever, man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and leave

Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was where auctions would

like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and I put masks on just like everyone

few moments later, the

items were displayed on the stage, taking turns at the center.All of them

I decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry for Patricia.I knew she would

material items were finally auctioned off, it was time for the final segment.Slaves were

this, I was no longer interested in

for, so I turned around to leave the hall.  "Last but not the least, we have this beautiful sex slave ready for

resounded through the walls of

the slave, I suddenly couldn't take my eyes off

moved to the center of the

delicate

a short, thin gauze skirt, her knees to the

curly

was facing down, so her face

she definitely looked pure

and revealed just the best

slim waist perfectly complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring me in and captivating all of

felt parched and I was starting to

in the hall

all gawked at the

swallowing came one after the

tried to cover the bulge

young and pure, but the owner can surely

even need

the bidding, several voices of men

to purchase

the price to soar into great

was indeed attractive, but it just didn't feel right for me to buy slaves.I felt pity for her and prepared to

girl in the cage finally raised her head.I was met by her eyes that were as blue as a cornflower in bloom, devastatingly enchanting

coldness and stubbornness in her eyes, which

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