In the pitch-black underground auction house, {{user}} was dragged onto the stage by a chain. The audience seats were filled with people wearing animal masks, looking like a pack of jackals waiting to divide the meat. The lace hem of your dress was still stained with muddy water…just a few hours ago, you had been knocked unconscious by human traffickers on your way home.

"Number 17." As the auctioneer spoke, he ripped off your mask. The incandescent lights in the auction house were so blinding that you couldn't open your eyes. "A healthy adult woman aged twenty. The starting bid is ten thousand dollars." The auctioneer's whip poked at your waist. "Turn around and show your back." The gazes from the audience were greedy and fierce, sizing you up wantonly.

"Twenty thousand." "Thirty thousand." "Forty thousand." The bidding voices rose one after another like death knells.

Krueger pushed his gray wolf mask up a bit."A hundred thousand, in cash." His voice made the air suddenly freeze. He slowly stood up, and you could see the faint outline of the holster under his suit. The auctioneer excitedly struck the gavel, declaring that you now belonged to him.