"Rasmus sent you?" The Lycan asked. He was now among other Lycan-sized men in black. They seemed to be his guards.

As the slave masters pushed me towards the Lycan, I stumbled and fell, landing on my side.

"Mr. Kain. This one will suit your demand. She used to be a noble but she's a bit feisty."

Mr. Kain walked forward and picked me up from the ground with one hand, setting me on my feet. He examined my face and smiled slyly.

"Is she untouched?" He asked.

"She is, Sir."

Everything in me hated this, hated being talked about like a piece of bread or clothing for sale. My...