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 was crueler

lined up beside me, as far as the eye

like

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

Peter's POV: 

that sexy and beautiful she-wolves would often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do you think of

while driving.Alvin was my good friend, and

to be a silver-

that.I've been wondering why we 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

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

long.Some things will rust if they are not often used, you

teasing me.  "If it weren't for that last sentence, I would have thought

going to be Alpha soon,

sound like my mother.Whatever, man.Just keep

hotel was solely for werewolves and was where auctions would

like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and I

moments later, the auction

the stage, taking turns at the

at the items for a long time, I decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry for Patricia.I

finally auctioned off, it was time for the

no longer interested

around to leave the hall.  "Last but not the

voice resounded through the walls

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

cage was moved to

a stunning, delicate

short, thin gauze skirt, her knees to the

curly hair cascaded

so her face was

told me that she definitely looked pure

figure and revealed just the best parts of

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

parched and I was starting to feel

in the hall felt

all gawked at the girl

swallowing came one after the

man beside me clumsily tried to cover

yet to turn eighteen years old.Yes, she is still a virgin.She is young and pure, but the owner can

even need to

started the bidding, several voices of men popped up

scrambled to purchase this beautiful

soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the prices

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

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

also coldness and stubbornness in her eyes, which was

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