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.

this punishment was crueler and

me, as far as the eye could

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

stared into their lifeless eyes and couldn't help but start to

Peter's POV: 

would often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do

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

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

our eye.She tended to

will

that last sentence,

soon, but you still don't have a

my mother.Whatever, man.Just

at the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was where auctions

regulation, Alvin and I put masks on

moments later, the

stage, taking turns at the center.All of them

decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry

it was time for the final segment.Slaves were

I was no longer interested in staying at the

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

resounded through the walls of the

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

big golden cage was moved to

stunning, delicate girl

wore a short, thin gauze skirt,

brown, curly

so her face was

told me that she definitely looked pure

perfectly accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just the best

buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring

I was starting to feel warm

men in the

at the

swallowing came

tried to cover the bulge that

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

even need

the bidding, several voices of men

to purchase this beautiful sex

to soar into great amounts, far exceeding

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

by her eyes that were as blue as a cornflower in bloom,

eyes, which was what drew me in the

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