Ella’s POV
I looked into the empty eyes of the coachman, trembling as I patted his face. There was no vitality. I glared at the man in the black trench coat in disbelief.
“We saved you, yet you killed him. You ungrateful beast.”
He casually twisted his wrist, nonchalantly scratching his neck, as if killing someone was of no consequence.
Filled with a sense of impending danger, I propped myself up and bent down to retrieve a surgical knife from the medical kit. Suddenly, a large hand descended from the top of the carriage, pressing me down forcefully. I felt an immense pressure instantly, making it difficult to breathe.
“Let go of me!” I struggled, but the hand tightly squeezed my throat, nearly suffocating me.
“Don’t move, behave, or face the consequences,” the man’s voice sounded beside my ear, tinged with a sickly growl.
“Let go, you bastard!” I continued to resist.
Fear surged within me like a tidal wave. This man had just killed my coachman, and now he was coming after me! I had to stay calm and look for an opportunity.
I struggled fiercely, attempting to break free, but his strength was overwhelming, rendering me almost immobile. A glimmer of cunning flashed in my eyes as I tried to find his vulnerability.
Suddenly, I punched towards his face, but his reaction was quicker than I anticipated, effortlessly evading my attack. He sneered and tightly bound my hands together, leaving me feeling increasingly helpless.
With gritted teeth, I exerted all my strength, lifting my knee to strike his abdomen. He grunted, but didn’t loosen his grip on me. I knew I had to be more decisive.
Seizing the moment when he was injured, I broke free and landed several punches on him, swiftly tying up his hands and feet with bandages. I felt a sigh of relief, but my heart remained tightly wound.
This man was dangerous, still capable of fighting despite his severe injuries. Who was he? Why did he attack us?
“Who are you, and why are you doing this?” I asked, breathless. “We saved you!”
I approached him, wanting to see his face clearly. Upon closer inspection, I noticed strange marks on his face.
He only smirked, arrogantly eyeing me.
I punched him hard in the face. “I’ll hand you over to the authorities. You’ll pay for your actions!”
He killed the coachman, this heartless scoundrel deserved no mercy.
As I noticed the peculiar marks on his face, I touched them with my hand, my heart chilling. He had used disguise magic, wearing a silicone mask.
No wonder his complexion was unnaturally pale. I decided to rip off his mask, revealing his true identity. However, as I touched his face again, he suddenly went berserk, his muscles bulging, and black fur sprouting from his skin.
In my astonishment, he broke free from my bindings and once again pinned me to the ground.
“Woman, you should mind your own business. Interfering will only hasten your demise,” he growled lowly.
His hand tightened around my throat, his nails elongating and sharpening, piercing into my skin. I felt myself almost suffocating, my vision starting to blur.
“You… you’re a black wolf?”
“Little wolf, I appreciate your saving me, but soon you’ll be joining me in hell,” he sneered coldly.
I struggled desperately, but he seemed increasingly excited, as if he wanted to push me to my death.
I felt my strength fading gradually, the fear of death spreading in my heart. Finally, before losing consciousness, I felt an endless darkness enveloping me.
When I woke up again, my senses were assaulted by a loud noise, and I abruptly opened my eyes.
I found myself lying on what appeared to be a luxurious bed, but as my vision adjusted, I realized I wasn’t in a comfortable room but in an exquisite, oversized golden cage!
I sat up suddenly.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight’s auction,” a man announced, his voice booming and smooth. “Allow me to introduce our next item up for auction-a beautiful she-wolf, gentle in nature, perfect for those seeking an obedient slave.”
Slave?
As I surveyed the surroundings, my eyes widened in horror. This was a luxurious grand stage, and the man speaking was a dwarf in a suit, barely reaching 5 feet.
Then, dazzling lights illuminated me, and thunderous applause erupted from the audience, dealing a heavy blow to me.
Wait, wasn’t I killed by that damn black wolf in the carriage?
Where am I?
“Ladies and gentlemen from various fields and species, you all know the strength of the werewolf domain’s consciousness. Obtaining a little wolf is not easy, and our item number 87 is both beautiful and young, suitable for both social occasions and domestic use.”
Laughter and chatter erupted from the audience below, and I felt like an exotic animal showcased in a zoo.
“Wow, this she-wolf is truly beautiful. Look at her golden hair and those hazel eyes, just my type.”
“Yes, perfect for a sex slave. Finally, there’s something at this auction that interests me. Don’t you dare compete with me for her.”
“Hey, bro, you already have 7 pets at home. Let me have this one. You know, too much indulgence will exhaust your body.”
Sex slave? Pets?
I frantically looked around, scrutinizing the faces of the audience-well-dressed men and women, each exuding arrogance and superiority. But the crowd wasn’t solely composed of humans; there were vampires, were-bears, dragons, and other supernatural beings, all eyeing me with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.
“Excuse me, sir, I’d like to know if she’s a virgin?”
A man in a pink suit holding a microphone in the audience asked, his fingers pinching a cigar, while everyone chuckled and turned their gazes towards me.
Though the question he asked was scandalous, the tone was surprisingly polite.
“Uh, well,” the host paused, assessing me like a merchant, “our little wolf is still young. Though she’s not a virgin, she still retains an innocent and tender charm. I believe she’ll be more suitable for customers seeking some excitement with a slave who possesses some flirting skills.”
The man nodded satisfactorily and passed the microphone to his female assistant.
His words sent shivers down my spine, confirming my worst fear-I was being auctioned off like a piece of property.