"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Blood Crimson Park's Auction House" the baritone voice of Mr. Torreto reverberated through the air.
Standing firmly on the podium, draped in his jet-black suit, his crimson knotted tie glistened in the spotlight.
The dimly lit auction hall looms around him, a cavern of expectant faces and whispered conversations.
He stood on the raised platform, confident and powerful, his crimson hair flustered in the wind.
Below him, the congregation is a blur of faces, some eager, some indifferent, all of them watching him with a detached curiousity.
He snapped his fingers, the projector behind him shimmered, revealing a young lady chained in a cage.
His lips curled into a faint smile, his gaze glued to the sitted congregation as he continued, "And today, for the last item of the evening, we'll be selling my beautiful niece" His voice carried no hint of emotion.
Today was the day the Crescent Park was ready to dispose of her, the shame of the Blood Crimson Park.
She was trapped, locked away in this cold, unforgiving cage.
The metal bass seemed to be closing in on her, suffocating her with every passing moment.
Her crismon hair disheveled, stained with dirt, her eyes hollow, void of emotions, dressed in rag.
She sat on the floor of the rat infested cage, resting her back on the wall, all she saw was darkness.
Amongst her peers, Courtney was the only member of the Blood Crimson Park who was able to transform.
Despite bearing the true heritage of the Red Wolves, despite being the daughter of the Park's former Alpha.
In a world were werewolves ruled the world in the shadows.
She was cursed, cursed to be a human.
Unable to transform, unable to be a Wolf.
She was the shame of the Blood Crimson Park and so in other to pay her for the shame she had caused them.
She had become their slave, maltreated by her father's people, forbidden from voicing out her pain.
She was tortured, spat on, mocked even by her old friends, and yet there was nothing she could do.
She was a slave after all.
And now she would be sold off to the highest bidder, she knew what her fate would be..
And yet she didn't care, she would even appreciate if she died in the first place.
Courtney was weeping, her tears streaming down her face, mixing with the dirt and grime that covers her skin.
Her body aches, her wrists and ankles raw from the chains that bind her.
She could feel the weight of despair settling in, crushing her beneath it's oppressive weight.
Her chest heaves with every sob, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to breathe.
The air was thick with the stench of decay and rot, making her stomach churn with nausea.
She was alone, abandoned and forgotten by her people. Those that came to visit her came to make sure she understood how worthless and pathetic she truly was.
The only thing the elders of the Park forbade was graping her, they could sexually harass her.
Maltreat and hurt her, it became her daily life, something she had already gotten used to.
Right now, no one came to visit her, no one checked up on her. She's just a forgotten thing, left to rot in the cage.
Until now…..
Courtney breathed in deeply, the chains rattle and clank as she shift, the sound echoing off the walls of her prison.
Her eyes reddened, not hiding her tears, she whispered, "Have I been sold already?" Her soft but shaky voice echoed through the cage.
Just then, a loud metallic clang erupted, echoing through the darkness as the metallic door sprang open.
Courtney slightly tilted her head, her body quivered as she whispered, "I guess so…."
Two men approached her, both figures were draped in black trench coats, jet-black hair with dark cerulean eyes.
Which glowed fervently in the dark.
They approached her cage with a loud scowl, their movements came to a halt as they nodded her.
One of them frowned, "Is this the bitch that the Alpha bought?" He questioned, his voice filled with animosity.
The other nodded, he glared down at Courtney, the pressure in the air was too oppressive for her.
This two men were Wolf Knights after all.
Direct servants of the Alpha, they were beings who possessed abominable strength.
Strength only below the Alpha.
And from their tone, she confirmed her suspicion, she truly has been sold by the Blood Crimson Park.
Sold to the Alpha whom they serve.
But who exactly had bought her?
Was she only going to be a sex slave?
She gritted her teeths, she wanted to be free, to live a life away from the Wolf world.
To be mudane and ordinary, but fate wasn't done with her.
It needed her to suffer more.
The first Wolf Knight stepped forward, without hesitation, he broke the entrance door of the Cage.
Stepping into the darkness, His lips curled into a grin, "I guess the Blood Crimson Park knows how to treat a proper trash huh?"
"You'll be coming with us trash" the Knight's hoarse voice shook her heart as he grabbed her arm with intense grip.
Dragging her out the cage, the Knight tossed her to the ground.
Courtney winced, her body collasped on the ground, she slightly tilted her head to glimpse at the Knight who had treated her this badly.
That was when she noticed it.
The insignia imprinted on his vest, the crest of the bleeding sword, Courtney's eyes widened in shock.
Her expression turned grim, "No…no….not him, not him…..out of all the Alphas that could have bought me…."
"Why him?.....Why that monster??"
She gritted her teeths, her eyes etched with venom.
That insignia belonged to none other than the Black Sword Park.
One of the five great Wolf Parks in Amsterdale City.
Ruled by the Tyrant, Alpha Tevon Sword.
The bastard who had not only murdered her father, he married her mother and stole her werewolf powers.
The bastard whom she has sworn to kill since the very day she lost her father.
She has been sold to her enemy.