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

beside me, as far as the eye could

all filled with she-wolves like

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

Peter's POV: 

Peter.I heard that sexy and beautiful she-wolves would often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do you think of buying

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

a notorious playboy, though, known to be a

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 this modern era of civilization.Besides, we're

to be very picky with

on.You've been single for too long.Some things will rust if they

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

to be Alpha soon, but

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

at the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely for

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

later, the auction

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

closely at the items for a long time, I decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry for Patricia.I knew she

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

I was no longer

I came for, so I turned around to leave the hall.  "Last but not the least, we have this beautiful sex

host's voice resounded through

back, but when I saw the slave,

moved to the center of the

delicate girl

a short, thin gauze skirt,

brown, curly hair cascaded down her

down, so

something told me that she definitely looked

perfectly accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just

her plump buttocks and huge breasts,

I was starting

men in the hall felt

gawked at the

subtle sound of swallowing

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 enjoy pleasure that only she

even need to

he started the bidding, several voices

bidders scrambled to purchase this beautiful

take long for the price to soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the prices

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

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

coldness and stubbornness in her eyes, which was

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