Chapter 2 Slave Choosing Ceremony

I ask my father, “I have read that Werewolves were not lascivious like this in ancient times. They were loyal to their mates and would not have sex with others when they were single. Why are they like this now?” My father looks surprised when he hears my words. Maybe he did not expect that I would ask questions that are not directly related to me when I am in this terrible situation. He wipes his tears and says, “Oh poor girl, it is because of the future Alpha’s great-grandfather. Since Cody's great-grandfather created this slave tradition, every werewolf from the noble families could choose his slave for sex. Humans were against this tradition, but humble humans have no say about it.”

 

I frown. I am always curious about all kinds of stories, even if I should be too nervous to speak at this time. My father knows what kind of person I am, so he sighs and continues, “I heard that Cody's great-grandfather, who created the tradition, was gorgeous but cruel. His mate is said to be ugly. He does not like his mate, which is quite difficult to understand. After his mate...” Suddenly, we hear the noise outside. My father shuts up immediately. We are about to go out to take a look when the doorbell rings. I know that my ride is here. 

 

My parents' faces look terrible. Affected by the atmosphere at home, my little brothers and sisters start to cry. My parents cover their mouths. We all do not want to attract the werewolves’ attention. To make my family feel better and to relax myself, I mutter, “Werewolves are not that bad. At least they are willing to pick me up.”

 

My mother says nothing and smiles bitterly. My father glances at me disapprovingly and mocks, “Werewolves are not so kind as to pick you up. They are here to force the girls who are unwilling to go. If you refuse to go or dress improperly, you will be beaten or whipped in front of your poor parents.”

 

I am speechless. I hug my crying parents and kiss them on the cheeks. I do not know if I will see them again. We all hope that I will not be chosen. I hear my parents sigh, “Do not ever expect that they will treat you well.”

 

I lower my head and get into the car. My unexpected journey begins...

When I get into the car, I see many girls sitting there. Although I do not know them, to be friendly, I greet them with a smile. “Hello, how do you do?” But no one answers me. Before I wonder why, someone hits me on the head. My head hurts, so I want to see who beat me just now. I turn around, and I find the driver staring at me angrily. The driver is a werewolf. Looking at his beast-like eyes, I do not dare to say anything. 

 

The driver snarls, “ You bitch, shut up!” My head hurts terribly, but the only thing I can do is keep silent. I turn around and lower my head. I can not do anything other than endure the pain. I look at my fingers and play with my fingers, trying to forget what is happening and stop myself from thinking about what will happen next. 

 

The girls in the car are quiet. I do not know if I am the only one who was beaten. But we are all trembling in fear. I am not a timid girl, but I know who the boss is here. After some time, we finally arrive at the slave-choosing ceremony. All the girls go off and go to sit on the grass. Although there are many girls, no one talks.

 

Facing these panicked girls, I am more nervous. I hold my breath and walk forward. Suddenly, I hear someone crying pretty loudly. I wonder who dares to cry so loudly in such a silent place when I see someone struggling behind a door. The door is half open. I can see a girl through the gap in the door. The girl seems to be almost naked. Her clothes have been torn into pieces. There seems to be someone riding her, pulling her, and whipping her. She cries very loudly. Everyone can hear her in the hall, but no one goes to help her. I am angry. I can not stop myself from walking toward her. We are all humans. How can I ignore her?

      

I walk closer. I see some werewolves dressed in uniforms. They seem to be guards of the ceremony. They have taken off their pants. They have torn the girl's clothes. The girl only has underwear on her. The guards touch her underwear with their fingers and laugh. 

      

 

They chuckle and tease the girl, “You want it, right? You want me right, you nasty bitch?” The girl screams and shakes her head, but the guards ignore her. They continue teasing her. The girl shakes her head and tries to avoid touching the werewolves.

 

But she does not succeed. One werewolf holds her head and slaps her. He seems to be a leader among these werewolves. The other werewolves are standing by and he tries to use the girl's head. He forces the girl to open her mouth. The girl screams and struggles.

      

Every time the werewolf asks the girl, the girl actually responds. “You like this, right? You are a bitch.” She shakes her head, but every time she shakes her head, the werewolf slaps her. Her face is swollen. The werewolf says happily, “ Your face is hot now. It is comfortable to let your face warm my body. You are a useful toy. I can reward you by whipping you. You should thank me.”