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

were lined up beside me,

all filled with she-wolves like me who had

couldn't help but start to feel my own despair.What

Peter's POV: 

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

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

known to be a silver- tongued fox

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 to the auction

apple of our eye.She tended to be

will rust if they

that

going to be Alpha soon, but you

man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and leave my love

solely for werewolves and was where auctions would

and precious items were the star of events like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and I put masks

later, the

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 for Patricia.I knew she would like these things the

items were finally auctioned off, it was time for the

longer interested

for, so I turned around to leave the hall.  "Last but

resounded through the walls

the slave, I suddenly couldn't take my eyes

was moved to

delicate girl was

thin gauze

her long, brown, curly hair cascaded

so

told me that she definitely

accented her curvaceous figure and

waist perfectly complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring me in and captivating all of my

parched and I was starting to feel warm

in the hall felt

gawked at the

subtle sound of swallowing

me clumsily tried to cover the bulge that had

still a virgin.She is young and pure, but the owner can surely train her according

didn't even need to say

several voices of men popped

purchase

soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the prices that

it just didn't feel right for me to

cage finally raised her head.I was met by

eyes, which was what drew me in

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