The Werewolf and the Witch The Wolfs Soul

' Pet number 1702.' The man with the weird teeth screamed aloud, leaving a grin on his face. Annabel watched as the other slave master pushed a blonde boy in his thirteenth out, he had on a brown rag like uniform and handcuff on, just like every one of them. The little boy had a tear on his face, his face all swollen up.

' This pet is sure a stubborn one.' One of the audience teased, making the others laugh.

' Well he is but he sure will make a good tool, trust me. 30 bucks.'

She watched as the murmur continued, some disagreeing and some smiling at the price of the innocent boy.

' I will pay 20 bucks, nothing more than that.' A woman on a black silk gown, a red hat and a black shade spoke out. She looked like she would be in her thirties.

' Anybody else.' Hammoc the head of the slave master said, staring into the space.

There was silence. Nobody was willing to buy him.

' He won't be good for sex.' One said.

' I like them young but he is definitely not worth 30 bucks.' Another hissed.

' Well seeing no one is interested. Sold off to Malbac for 20 bucks.'

Chris the youngest of the slave masters pushed the thirteen year old boy to its new master, handling over the key to the handcuff to her and a pair of pet leash.

' Here is your new pet.' He grinned, making fun of the little boy whom had burst into tears. She stared at herself in the prisoner's dress, a brown gown, more like a faded brown. It had stenches on, odours that showed that it had been wore before her by God knows how many. She had only being there for few weeks, after her town was raided by the Blood city. That was what she found out, was their name. Her town burnt to ashes, the scene had beng an horrible sight to behold, one she wanted to push out of her mind.

' Pet no 1705.' Hammoc said, gesturing them to push her out.

She knew she was next and silently wished someone would come wake her up, tell her it was all a dream.

Fiaaa!! Two strokes of pet leash landed on her back with an hand pushing her forward, to where her fate was to be decided. Annabel took in a long breathe and stepped forward, facing the cruel slave masters.

There was mumbling in the crowd.

' This looks like she would be useful.' The man with the long moustache said.

' She will make a good pet.' Another one said.

Her next fate lied in whom bought her, her new master and she silently wished it was someone better than this monsters.

' You can all clearly see that this is certainly worth a fortune. Red hair, healthy body, strong arms and legs." He jerked her up in his left hand. " Hmmm, this surely is a fortune, a pretty one at that. This goes for 1000 bucks, nothing less.' He said with satisfaction, probably happy that he was alive to make that fortune.

The audience gasped at the hike in the price.

' I will pay 1500 bucks.' A young master said. He had dark curly hair, a scar on his face and a set of dirty teeth but he wasn't alone. He had other pets of his with him, they knelt down with bruises and scars all over them. Their gowns tattered and some revealing their nudity, they looked like he treated them bad. She silently wished someone would bail her out.

' 3000 bucks.' Someone said, making the others turn their heads.

Annabel was happy she was saved, saved from a monster. She looked at him, right where he sat with his chin up. He looked calm and had an aura of power, he certainly looked like he had seen much. He had a black eye patch on his right eye and two scars, one on his forehead and the other on his jaw. Seeing the way the others didn't want to tackle him showed that he might be one of the powerful wolf in all packs.

' Anyone else.'' Hammoc said, hoping to see the price leap forward but there was silence. " Sold off to Malburt Mac.'

It was her turn to step into her new fate, one that was blurry and uncertain. She turned to look at Jane, prisoner 1906, her only friend since they were captured. She could see a tear drop from Jane's eye, she had been captured while looking for what her sick brother would eat. They had no one but themselves and he was only eight. Annabel could see the pain in her eyes and knew she felt the same way.

' Take care, good friend.' She whispered into air, silently hoping it would take it up to her.

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The car parked right in front of a big building painted in brown. She still had her pet leash on and the handcuff although they were starting to ache but she knew better than to complain to her new master. The whole journey had been a silent one, like she had hoped in on a graveyard. Master barely smiled all through, all he did was focus on the journey even though he had a driver who did that.

She watched as other pets crawled out, humans like herself. There was five in numbers, two looked old enough for marriage while the three were teenagers just like herself. She felt a little safe to see people of her kind although she noticed they had no smile on.

' Number 2.' Master said, signaling her to come forward. She watched with keenness and bewilderment, the woman never walked forward instead she crawled her way to him, enduring the pain coming from the thorns piercing her knees.

' Put it in it's place.' He said and walked in.

Put what in what place?.

Annabel was confused.

The woman crawled forward to Annabel, holding her by her hand and pulling her to the ground with her.

' Hi, I am Annabel.'