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

cages were lined up beside me,

all filled with she-wolves like me who had been sold

but start to feel my own despair.What

Peter's POV: 

be sold as sex

while driving.Alvin was my good friend, and also my

notorious playboy, though, known to

wondering why we werewolves even still have slaves and such traditions.It's such a primitive and barbaric thing to do in

my sister, and 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 find

things will

it weren't for that last sentence, I would

just saying.You're going to be Alpha soon,

sound like my mother.Whatever, man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and leave my love life

the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves

and precious items were the star of events like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and I put masks on just like everyone else and sat in the

later, the

turns at the center.All of them

a long time, I decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry for Patricia.I knew she would like these

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

was no longer

I turned around to leave the hall.

resounded through the walls of the

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

was moved

stunning, delicate girl

a short, thin gauze skirt, her knees to the

curly hair cascaded down her

down, so her face was not visible

she

her curvaceous figure and revealed just the best parts of

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

and I was starting

the other men in the hall felt the

gawked at the

sound of swallowing came one after

me clumsily tried to cover the bulge

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

didn't even need to

the bidding, several voices of

bidders scrambled to purchase this beautiful

to soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the prices

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

girl in the cage finally raised her head.I was met by

also coldness and stubbornness in her eyes, which was what drew me in

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