CaliPanic started to set in now and my eyes scanned the room at an alarming rate barely taking everything in before moving to the next thing. Freya eyed me warily from the cage on the other side of the room, but I paid her no mind, I couldn’t right now, it was taking all I had to keep myself sane.I had heard stories over the years, of slaves sold on the black market to less progressive packs, part of me had always assumed that they were just horror stories designed to keep a pack in line for fear of being banished to the rogues, but locked in a cage, mere hours from being sold, all the stories flooded back in pieces.Each story had a different plot, but everyone had the same theme, nothing good ever came from being sold, chances were I would become someone’s slave, used for their entertainment, pleasure and whatever else they saw fit to use me for. The idea alone had revulsion running through me so hard
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