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.

punishment was crueler and more

beside me,

she-wolves like me who had been sold

help but start

Peter's POV: 

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

with a mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was my

though, known to be a silver- tongued fox

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

sister, and she was our pack's precious princess.She was the apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky with her

things will rust if they

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

be Alpha soon, but you still don't have

really sound like my mother.Whatever, man.Just

was solely for werewolves

of regulation, Alvin and I put masks on just like everyone else and sat

moments later, the auction

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

for a long time, I decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry

items were finally auctioned off, it was time

I was no longer interested in staying at

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

through the walls

back, but when I saw the slave, I suddenly couldn't

was moved to the center of

delicate girl was

short, thin gauze skirt, her knees to

long, brown, curly hair

facing down, so her face was

that she definitely looked pure and

figure and revealed just the best parts of

complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage

I was starting to feel

the other men in the hall felt the

the

subtle sound of swallowing came one after the

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

years old.Yes, she is still a virgin.She is young and pure, but the owner can surely train her according to his own tastes and enjoy pleasure that

even need to

after he started the bidding, several voices

to purchase this beautiful

soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the

this girl was indeed attractive, but it just didn't feel right for

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 was what drew me in the

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