Slave or Lover

ngs always go against my will. After praying for a few minutes, I am held up by the two guards. As I expected, Betty is held up too. And I notice that my neighbor Megan is held up too. I am n

re in the ceremony, I will suffe

ot. So no one can escape from werewolves. We, five girls, were put in a small car. The car was so small that we always hit our heads against each other on thi

mpty room. This and your room is called empty because there is no furniture inside. It is said to be a slave room where the slaves

ew minutes, he uses his long nails to cut a girl's dress open and lets the dress fall to the ground. The girl is almost naked, only in her undergar

in front of so many people, girls, and werewolves? When Cody walks toward me, I look up and look him in the

. I can only stand there, almost naked, and being beaten by the guards. I can feel myself bleeding. Bruises are forming all over my body. I beg, "Please. Please do not hurt me. I will not do it again. I w

name? Humans are only humble creatures for werewolves. Even ordinary werewolves cannot be called names by o

me by my name ever. You should call me master. Understand?" Cody yells. I nod in response. He yanks me up by my hair to make me stand up and

s office." He is a handsome man, in a black suit. He looks professional and kind. I notice that he deliberately walks past Betty and says in a

ason as if it is a funny game. I can feel my body bleeding. I can see the blood on the ground and soon I can not even see my blood on the ground because even my head hurts. My blood covers my eyes. I can hardly see any