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.

this punishment was crueler and

beside me, as far

with she-wolves like me who had been sold as

into their lifeless eyes and couldn't help but start to

Peter's POV: 

she-wolves would often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What

smile while driving.Alvin was my good

to be a silver- tongued

thing to do in this modern

tended to be very

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

kept teasing me.  "If it weren't for that last sentence,

be Alpha soon, but you still don't have a

like my mother.Whatever, man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and

finally arrived at the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was where auctions would be held

and precious items were the star of events like these.As part of regulation, Alvin

few moments later,

at the center.All of them were precious, and

to buy a set of vintage jewelry for

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

no longer interested

had gotten what I came for, so I turned around to leave the hall. 

resounded through the walls of

I saw the slave, I suddenly couldn't

moved

stunning, delicate girl was

wore a short, thin gauze skirt,

curly hair

facing down, so her

that she definitely looked

skirt perfectly accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just the best parts of

her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring me in and captivating all

parched and I was starting to feel warm

other men in the

at the

sound of swallowing

to cover the bulge that had appeared

a virgin.She is young and pure, but the owner can surely train her according to his own tastes and

host didn't even need to say

bidding, several voices of

scrambled to purchase

take long for the price to soar into great amounts,

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

her head.I was met by her eyes that were

eyes, which was what drew

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