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

beside me, as far as the eye could

she-wolves like me

but start to feel my own despair.What should I do

Peter's POV: 

be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do you think

mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was

playboy, though, known to be a silver- tongued

even still have slaves and such traditions.It's such a primitive and barbaric thing to do

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

things will rust if they are not often used, you

that last sentence, I would have thought you

just saying.You're going to be Alpha soon, but you

man.Just

Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was

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

moments later, the auction

the stage, taking turns at the center.All of them were precious, and bidding prices began

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

was time for the final segment.Slaves

longer interested in

leave the hall. 

through the

when I saw the slave, I

golden cage was moved to the center of the

delicate girl was

short, thin gauze skirt,

brown, curly

was facing down, so her face was not visible

told me that she

short skirt perfectly accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just the best

breasts, her cleavage luring me in and

throat suddenly felt parched and I

other men in the hall felt the

the girl with eager

swallowing came

cover the bulge that had

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

even need to

he started the bidding, several voices of men popped up

purchase

soar into great amounts, far

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

the cage finally raised her head.I was met by her eyes

and stubbornness in her eyes, which was what drew me in

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