Exactly what was wanted.

MERLIN

'One hundred million,' I thought as I strolled to my assigned room once the auction was concluded. 'Not a bad cost for such a priceless commodity."

Perplexed stares trailed me as I traversed the busy hallway. Everyone else are retreating to their rooms as well. Our purchases are to be delivered to our rooms for inspection and establishing a contract so all I had to do now was wait.

I took off my knee-length jacket and placed it along my hat on the stand as I stretched and flexed my muscles.

I took off my clothes and freshened up quickly before it was time for the delivery, desiring to be ready by the time it was made.

***

Delivery came soon after and it was everything that I expected. She had been cleaned up and dressed up to make her as presentable as a toy could be.

The most interesting feature about her though, was her eyes. They held intense defiance and a strong spirit.

Exactly what I wanted.

We were left alone once she was chained to the bed and now it was time for me to interact with my purchase.

"Name," I asked coldly as I sat on the bed and did a once-over of her. She was dressed in a skimpy black leather gown that hugged her curves, exposing every little outline of her body and barely covered her beautiful thighs and robust cleavage. Around her neck, was a black collar with the inscription, 'Slave' in gold.

"Martha," she replied indignantly.

"Wrong," I said as I stood up from the bed and walked over to her calmly. "What is your name?"

"I already told you," she replied, rebelliously glaring at me.

"Wrong," I said once again as I got even closer. Our faces were now inches apart from each other as she glared at my glowing eyes.

When I asked again, I allowed my aura seep into my voice, making it possess a more compelling power. My voice was low and demanding.

"What is your name?"

Her body tensed up as she struggled to get the words out with evident difficulty. It took her a little while of struggle before she finally mustered enough strength to reply with visible strain.

"I. Told. You. It's. Martha."

I grinned at that, causing her to flinch back, creating a little distance between us as our faces were quite close to each other.

"Perfect," I said. "You're just perfect."

"W-What-"

"Shush now," I smiled as my hand shot out to cover her mouth, interrupting her words. She struggled in vain to free herself from my grasp but it was pointless. "You should learn a bit of courtesy before we continue this conversation, don't you think?"

Her eyes widened as she doubled her efforts to get away from me but it was pointless. I let her struggle though. It feels more fun that way. She thrashed as best she could while being changed and even tried biting my palm that covered her mouth, but it was all to no avail.

Eventually, she got tired out and slowly stopped her struggle while I watched calmly with a gleeful smile on my face.

"Do you like pain?" I asked.

Her eyes widened once more but she couldn't muster the strength to resist.

"When I ask a question, I demand an answer," I said calmly.

Her eyes simply glared at me as she made no attempt to reply.

"That's too bad," I sighed. "I'm assuming that you like it then."

I let go of her and she first of all heaved a deep breath before yelling at me.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!"

I could barely contain my excitement when I saw those eyes full of malice and defiance. Eyes that expressed a deep-rooted anger and desire to hurt me.

'Breaking them is always the fun part,' I thought as I barely controlled myself to keep an indifferent expression.

I ignored her as I made my way to the closet and picked out a few pieces of clothing and a collar.

She glared at both me and the clothes which were simply a lingerie that barely covered anything. The bra was a simple strip of clothing meant to only cover the nipples and nothing else and the panties similarly covered nothing else except her vaginal slit.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "What is that outfit for?"

"They are your outfit," I corrected. "You are to put them on and do it now."

I walked over to the chains and used the key to open them, freeing her from her bounds. Just as expected, her first move was a dash to the door, hoping to get away from me.

I was in front of her before she could even make a few steps though.

"Where are you going?"

A resounding slap rang throughout the room and a profound silence fell between us.

I touched my cheek with a little bit of surprise while she backed away in fear of the madness that was ignited in my eyes.

"That's just great," I grinned as I closed the distance in a second, lifted her by the neck and threw her on the bed roughly.

She tried to scramble to the other side of the bed to get away but I grabbed her legs before she could make any moves and pulled her towards me, spreading them apart in the process.

Just as expected, she wasn't wearing any underwear as her clean-shaven vagina stared back at me with alluring beauty and unblemished innocence.

'She's a virgin,' I thought with even more glee. 'She's more of a treasure than I thought.'

"Please," she pleaded with tears running down her eyes as she tried her best to get away. "Please let me go."

"That's impossible though," I smiled. "You are mine. All mine!"

I pulled her closer to me and once again clasped my fingers around her neck, pinning her to the bed.

"What is your name?"

She sobbed quietly as she eventually spoke the ones I wanted to hear.

"I have no name."

I smiled.

"You would make a great gift for my clients."

She was quite expensive but nothing my sponsors couldn't afford.

Acquiring enslaved werewolves and breaking them has been a favourite hobby for me as it helped me build connections while satisfying my urges.

I had thought it was a good thing Allison was gone but the attention of the king has made it even worse than I expected.

I gritted my teeth at the thought of having to find her after almost six years.

I looked back at the slave and grinned sadistically.

At least I have some to pass the time.