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

were lined up beside me, as far as the eye

all filled with she-wolves like me who

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

Peter's POV: 

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

a mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was

known to be

you know I don't like when they do that.I've been wondering why we werewolves even still have slaves and such traditions.It's such a primitive and barbaric thing

was my sister, and she was our pack's precious princess.She was the apple of our eye.She tended to

long.Some things will rust if they

that last sentence, I would have thought you were my

going to be Alpha soon, but you still don't have

mother.Whatever, man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and leave my love life

was solely for werewolves

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

moments later, the auction

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

items for a long time, I decided to buy a

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

longer interested in staying

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

resounded through

slave, I suddenly couldn't take my

moved to the center

delicate girl

gauze skirt,

of her long, brown, curly hair cascaded

so her

told me that she definitely looked pure and

her curvaceous figure and revealed

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

parched and I was

the other men in the hall felt

all gawked at the girl

swallowing

middle-aged man beside me clumsily tried to cover the bulge that had appeared in his

is young and pure, but the owner can

even need to

he started the bidding, several voices of men popped up after

scrambled to purchase this

take long for the price to soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the

didn't feel right for

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

her eyes, which

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