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 could

filled with she-wolves like me who had been

couldn't help but start to feel my own

Peter's POV: 

and beautiful she-wolves would often be sold as sex slaves

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

notorious playboy, though, known to be a silver- tongued fox

thing to do in this modern era of civilization.Besides, we're only going to the auction to buy a gift for Patricia.Not

princess.She was the apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky

single for too long.Some things will rust if

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

Alpha soon,

man.Just keep driving.Be quiet

the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely

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

moments later, the

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

time, I decided to buy a

it was time for the final segment.Slaves

was no longer interested

around to leave the hall. 

through the walls of the

slave, I suddenly

cage was moved to the center of

stunning, delicate girl

short, thin gauze skirt,

curly hair cascaded

facing down, so her

that she definitely looked

her curvaceous figure and

breasts, her cleavage luring me

throat suddenly felt parched and I was starting to feel warm

the other men in the hall felt

gawked at the

subtle sound of swallowing came

clumsily tried to cover the

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

even

several voices

scrambled to purchase this beautiful

to soar into great amounts, far exceeding all

it just didn't feel right for me to buy slaves.I felt pity for her and prepared

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

in her eyes, which was what drew me

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