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

lined up beside me, as far as the eye

filled with she-wolves like me who had

start to feel my own despair.What should

Peter's POV: 

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

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

notorious playboy, though, known to

such a primitive and barbaric thing to

apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky with her presents.An

long.Some things will rust

"If it weren't for that last sentence, I would have

to be Alpha soon, but you

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

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

of events like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and I put

moments later, the

the stage, taking turns at the center.All of them were precious, and bidding prices began

buy a set of vintage jewelry for

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

this, I was no longer

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

through the walls

when I saw the slave, I suddenly

was moved to the

delicate girl

a short, thin gauze

curly hair cascaded down her

facing down, so her face was not visible

told me that she definitely

perfectly accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just

huge breasts, her cleavage luring me in and captivating

I

other men in the

gawked at the girl with eager

sound of swallowing came one after the

me clumsily tried to cover the bulge that had appeared in

old.Yes, she is still a virgin.She is young and pure, but the owner

host didn't even need

started the bidding, several voices

to purchase this

into great amounts, far exceeding all the

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

raised her head.I was met by her

eyes, which was

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