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All she felt was cold after that cruel betrayal.

Fiona glared at the floor with her hands fisted on her sides. She hated that they made her wear a skimpy piece of trash. The Black lingerie sticks to her body like a second skin and covers little to nothing.

She peered down at her bosoms which were almost spilling out of the insult in the name of a bra. They also made her wear a see-through finest netted dress that reached her ankles and then they forced her to wear stilettos. 

What would they make her do? A ramp walk!

Inhaling sharply she tried to stay composed. Her hair was done in beautiful curls but they didn't do much on her face. Just a light shade of lip color and that was all, she was glad though. 

Fear coiled her heart in its vicious clutches. She had prepared herself for this day all night after the failed attempt to escape but it seemed like all of it went down the drain because she was nervous.

The back room was buzzing with all the pets, girls and boys. Same as her age. They all turned 18 so it was time for their auction.

"Number 32, come here." The worker lady said.

Fiona threw a glance at her but didn't move from her spot. Her eyes fell on the shackles which that woman was holding. 

She hated how they called them by their listed numbers instead of their names. But this was the reality. They were like animals, they weren't supposed to have names until their so-called masters gave them one.

Someone roughly grabbed the nape of her neck. "Behave, you dirty shit!" Patrick growled as he yanked her to the woman and held her hands out as that lady restrained her wrists.

Just when Patrick let her go Fiona threw the sharpest glare at him causing him to raise his hand to strike her but the pet mistress grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Don't damage the goods," She hissed as Patrick gnashed his teeth while lowering his head.

He had beaten her enough last night and then he crushed her hopes by making that witch heal her. When she was brought back to the building Pet Mistress had only smirked at her and it had sent chills down her spine. She was kept locked in the dungeons the whole night and she wasn’t given any food or a sip of water either.

The mistress faced Fiona as she gazed at her with venom. It was obvious she hated Fiona to the core. If it was up to her, she would've already sent her to the slaughterhouse and requested the butcher to give Fiona a painful death but the pet Mistress just has one role and that was to train these pets to be submissive little puppies and kittens but unfortunately, Fiona turned out to be a tough nut to crack. 

Not only the mistress and Patrick, but everyone else also hates her. Even human pets too. Why? Just because she wants to fight for her freedom. She refused to succumb to these monsters.

She hated how the humans had succumbed to the fact that they'd lost against these predators and they could do nothing. Their mentality has deteriorated to just being slaves and pets. But that never implied that she has to do the same. 

Fiona wasn't scared of death. She knew it would come to all the humans one day so why fear it? And most importantly why live in constant fear of these creatures? She had promised herself that as long as she would live, she’ll try to escape and never give up because she believes one day she would surely succeed.

They may be powerful but if humans just stop getting scared of death, they'll be stronger. Mentally and spiritually. After all, in the end. If a human wants, they could always have the power of killing themselves. Because Fiona would never give this satisfaction to any of these predators.

The mistress grabbed Fiona's cheeks roughly. Her claws extended but she didn't press them into her cheeks.

"This is the last time I'll see your pathetic face. You don't even know what's coming your way," She smirked sinisterly as her eyes shined with joy.

Fiona’s heart pounded wildly against her ribcage. Mistress has told her multiple times that she would choose the worst psychotic master for her who will tame and break her spirit. As a human, the thought of it terrified Fiona but she didn't show it. She just glared back at the mistress that day and told her to give her all in.

That night Fiona was flogged hundred times, she fainted twice throughout the torture and woke up again but she refused to let out a single scream. She has become accustomed to it. The pain was a part of her life. For ten long years, she has been tolerating all this.

When she was a kid, she used to scream and beg for mercy but they wouldn't stop, so her mind concluded not to give them satisfaction from her screams because, in the end, they would flog her anyway. But what she found out by this hypothesis and test was that her silence pisses them off and they take it as a challenge, they hurt her more just to earn a scream out of her. 

When she was younger, she used to break at the start only but eventually her tolerance of bearing pain increased which boosted their frustration as well. They started starving her and she became weak. They used to find different methods of torturing.

Thrice.

She was saved from the brink of being sent to the slaughterhouse thrice thanks to the mistress, just because she believes Fiona would be sold at a high price for her feisty nature. She said that there were werewolves who loved to tame bitches like her.

But eventually, when she turned 17, they stopped hurting her physically. Just because the goods can't be damaged for the auction. They started feeding pets good food full of proteins and stuff.

Except for last night.

And just like that, all the pets have gotten into good shape. Their once malnourished bodies were now healthy and glowing. And this was also one of the main reasons some women in this place started hating Fiona. She heard them saying why Fiona was lucky because she has such nice breasts.

It almost made Fiona scoff because big breasts won't help her fight those monsters, it would only attract the worst of predators. So she wasn't lucky, but rather unlucky.

"Same feelings," Fiona muttered under her breath but the mistress heard it. Of course werewolves' top-notch senses.

She threw the sharpest glare at Fiona before jerking her face away with nastiness.

"Chain them up!" The mistress spat.

All the girls stood in their designated lines but Fiona had to be dragged as she was made to stand with the other three girls in line.

All of them were waiting to be chained quietly but only Fiona was being held there forcefully by Patrick. He was standing right behind her waiting for her to make the smallest mistake so he could make her behave.

Her line was towards the back, so they would go out in the end.

Pet Mistress' workers came forward and like obedient dogs, everyone forwards their shackles-clad wrists, and that woman chains their shackles up with a single chain per line.

When a woman came to a pause in front of Fiona, she glowered at her only for Patrick to step forward as he roughly and rather forcefully interlinked her shackles to the chain before locking it up securely. He did a double-check on the locks which almost made her scoff.

Though she appeared all cool and composed from the outside. But she was terrified within. She didn’t want to be auctioned. She has never considered this as a possibility. For a whole year, she was sure her plan would work and she’ll escape but Susie betrayed her and destroyed her hopes. 

She stared at her binds and tears brimmed her eyes. She couldn’t escape now. The whole building would be full of those elite werewolves who love to attend such parties and auctions where humans were their entertainment.

Fiona noticed as the Pet Mistress stepped at the front, clapping her hands she garnered everyone's attention. "Out there are the most powerful werewolves of the elite class. I'd recommend you not to piss them off and be on your best behavior. They won't hesitate to kill you if you were such as to look in their eyes for a little longer," She said in her sweet voice laced with hidden venom.

Fiona noticed how almost all of the girls and boys shivered in fear. They were scared of these monsters even when they knew they'd be slaughtered mercilessly at the age of 30 only if they were lucky enough to live that long.

It was also a common occurrence that the majority of pets die in the early days of being bought. This simply meant these beasts were cruel and relentless, hence this increased the process of forced breeding among humans in the breeding camp. 

She clenched and then eased her jaw with a deep breath.

"Alright prepare yourselves, we are heading out in a minute," She said loudly as everyone tried to calm their erratic hearts down.

Tears brimmed her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Of course, she knew this day was coming but she was supposed to succeed in her escape, nothing was going according to her plan, and she was scared. But she won't let them notice it.

Pet Mistress had made sure to make her life a living hell for her defiance and bad behavior but knowing that she had chosen the worst buyer for her was making her anxious.

Fiona knows that there'll be more people to bid on her so she hopes some normal beast would buy her rather than the one pet Mistress threatened her about.

She noticed that the lines were made in accordance with height and body shape. 

Pet Mistress walked out and the first line followed behind her, Susie wasn’t in any of the lines as Fiona glared at the floor. She could see almost everyone had glossy eyes and they were controlling their tears. They've heard that pet masters like those pets who cry and beg for mercy so if anyone cries tonight, they'll only be increasing their chances of being bought.

She inhaled sharply when it was the turn of her line and they were escorted out by Patrick who walked right beside her.

She deliberately pulled slightly at the shackles causing the chain to be pulled and all the girls wavered slightly gasping. Patrick flashed her his glowing cruel eyes as she rolled her eyes.

Fiona noticed how the first girl in the line immediately wiped her tears, she looked at Fiona thankfully because she just bought a few seconds for the girl before stepping on the stage. Because if that girl had stepped on the stage with tears. She would've been bought first.

Fiona shut her eyes with a hiss as bright lights fell on them harshly. She slowly blinked her eyes and tried to adjust her vision. She could see nothing in the audience because there was just pitch-black darkness.

Were there even those beasts sitting down there?

All the lines stood at their designated spots just like they were thought yesterday.

A worker opened the binds of the first person who was a very timid-looking boy only in his boxers, he was taken to the middle of the stage as he bowed his head and the Pet Mistress stood beside him. 

"Good evening everyone, I'm glad you came here tonight, I'll present you my finest goods, this boy here is...." and she blabbered a little about the boy.

A woman's voice was heard from the darkness as she bid on the boy and he was sold.

Fiona could see how dread started creeping in almost every human present on the stage as the number of pets decreased drastically. Everyone prayed that their turn never came but who were they kidding?

Fiona couldn't help but wonder why she was made to stand in the end. Though she wasn't the tallest yet her line was aligned in a way that her turn would come in the last.

Not a single human was able to go backstage because everyone was being sold. There were a few voices that were buying even two or three pets, chuckling and mumbling, they need more because their pets die too soon. This statement alone blanched the faces of the pets who were being bought by them.

Fiona could feel filthy gazes on her, not one but many. But she couldn't even see the audience. It was too dark.

She breathed in deeply when the girl beside her was escorted to the middle of the stage. From the far corner, she noticed the main door opened and someone stepped inside.

All of a sudden the temperature of the room dropped and then there were surprised gasps among the audience.

The pet Mistress' eyes lit up as she ushered the worker who took the girl away from the stage and the mistress approached Fiona.

Grabbing her shackles she yanked the girl to the middle of the stage. The binds dug into her flesh as she roughly yanked it out of the Mistress' grasp.

"My king," The mistress said as she kneeled followed by almost all the werewolves and pets present there, Fiona froze as she put the two and two together.

The Lycan King was here!