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.

but this punishment was crueler

lined up beside me, as far as the eye

she-wolves like me

their lifeless eyes and couldn't help but start to feel my own despair.What should I

Peter's POV: 

often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do

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

a notorious playboy, though, known to be a silver- tongued fox amongst the

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 really got a filthy

princess.She was the apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky with her presents.An auction was the perfect place to find her a unique birthday

been single for too long.Some things will rust if they

that last sentence, I would have

soon, but you still don't have a

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

at the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and

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

moments later, the

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

decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry for Patricia.I knew she would like these things the

items were finally auctioned off, it was time for the final segment.Slaves were now brought up on

this, I was no longer interested in staying at

around to leave the hall.  "Last but not the least, we have this

host's voice resounded through the walls of

slave, I suddenly couldn't

golden cage was moved

a stunning, delicate girl

a short, thin gauze skirt, her knees to

brown, curly hair

head was facing down, so her face

something told me that she definitely looked pure

accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just

her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring

suddenly felt parched and I was starting to

men in the

the girl with

subtle sound of swallowing came one after the

beside me clumsily tried to cover the

still a virgin.She is young and pure, but the owner can surely train

host didn't even

bidding, several voices of men popped up

to purchase this beautiful sex

to soar into

didn't feel right for me to buy slaves.I felt pity for her

by her eyes that were as blue as a

eyes, which was what drew me

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