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 and more

me, as far as the

filled with she-wolves like me who had

their lifeless eyes and couldn't help but start to

Peter's POV: 

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

asked with a mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was my good friend, and

though, known to be a silver-

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 to do in this modern era of civilization.Besides, we're only going

she was our pack's precious princess.She 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

  "If it weren't for that last sentence, I

soon, but

you really sound like my mother.Whatever, man.Just keep driving.Be

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

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

later, the auction

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

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

time for

no longer interested

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

through the

slave, I suddenly couldn't take my eyes off of

big golden cage was moved to the center

stunning, delicate girl was

short, thin gauze skirt,

brown, curly hair cascaded down her

down, so

told me that she definitely

accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just the best

perfectly complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage

throat suddenly felt parched and I was

men in the

at the girl

subtle sound of swallowing

me clumsily tried to cover the bulge that had appeared in

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

host didn't even

after he started the bidding, several voices of men popped

bidders scrambled to purchase this

price to soar into great amounts,

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

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

eyes, which

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