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

were lined up beside me, as far as the eye could

like

eyes and couldn't help but start to

Peter's POV: 

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

was my good friend, and also my future

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

such a primitive and barbaric thing to do

apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky with her

long.Some things will rust if they are not

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

Alpha soon, but you still don't

sound like my mother.Whatever, man.Just keep

the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was

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

few moments later,

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

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

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

longer interested

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

resounded through the walls of the

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

cage was moved to the center of

stunning, delicate girl

wore a short, thin gauze skirt, her knees

brown, curly hair

down, so her face

she

figure and revealed just the

slim waist perfectly complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring me in

throat suddenly felt parched and I was starting to feel warm

men in the

at the girl with eager

of swallowing came one after

me clumsily tried to cover the bulge that

slave has yet to turn eighteen 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

didn't even need to

the bidding, several voices of men popped

scrambled to purchase this

to soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the prices that preceded

feel right for me to buy slaves.I felt pity for her and

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

was also coldness and stubbornness in her eyes, which was

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