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.

but this punishment was crueler and

lined up beside me, as far

with she-wolves like me who

but start to feel my own despair.What should I do

Peter's POV: 

often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do you think of buying one for yourself,

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

known to be a silver-

barbaric thing to do in this modern era of civilization.Besides, we're only going to

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 her a

for too long.Some things will rust if

that last sentence, I

Alpha soon, but you still don't have

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

Hotel.This hotel was solely

items were the star of events like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and

later,

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

looking closely at the items for a long time, I decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry for

auctioned off, it was time for the final segment.Slaves were

I was no longer interested in staying

to leave the hall.  "Last but not the least, we have this beautiful sex slave

through the walls of the

I saw the slave, I suddenly couldn't take

golden cage was moved to the

delicate girl was

gauze skirt, her knees

her long, brown, curly hair

so her face was not

that she

figure and revealed just the

complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts,

throat suddenly felt parched and I was starting to feel warm

the other men in the hall

all gawked at the girl with eager

swallowing

clumsily tried to cover the bulge

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

didn't even

voices

purchase

long for the price to soar into great amounts, far

could admit that this girl was indeed attractive, but it just didn't feel right for me to buy slaves.I felt

by her eyes that were as blue as a cornflower

also coldness and stubbornness in her eyes, which was

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