
Sold to the Beasts
LaylaWrites · Ongoing · 58.6k Words
Introduction
Supernatural creatures broke the peace treaty and colluded together to overthrew humans’ rule.
After we failed completely in the battlefield, they decided to ‘purge’ the world of evil humanity. I survived from death in that brutal slaughter but was captured and imprisoned in a dungeon where I had now lived for five years.
Business was the only reason why they kept immatures and even spared us shelter and food. When we reached 18, we’d be sold as slaves.
That night I was bought by a mysterious guest and taken to somewhere I had never been to or heard of. My work was to serve three noble masters residing there. They were all supernatural, but decent and reasonable. So it’s better for me to carry out the plan for escaping. It all went well until someone attacked me.
And the secret behind us began to be revealed.
Chapter 1
"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen."
"Showing here."
With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage.
There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking.
"Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts.
"A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage.
"So, let's start from a fair price." He announced," From $5000 I'm bid?"
$5,000?! Whispers and murmurs quickly grew among the chatter. Who'd be spending $5000 on a fucking slave? This one might be beautiful. But slaves were just slaves. Those poor little things were everywhere in the slave market. $5000 would be way more enough to buy a trunk of them.
Ecstasy faded away down. Obviously, they were discouraged by the price. No one decided to start. But the auctioneer looked confident.
Waving his hammer, he licked his lips, grinning fawningly to the mysterious guests sitting at the front with masks and shoved the cage. “Stand!” He commanded.
The girl trembled at his shout before she managed to calm herself and moved slowly from the floor.
“QUICK!”
The slave finally stood up, with her eyes looking down to her feet. She tried very hard to cover her private area with her small hands. She looked thin and fragile, like a porcelain vase easily to be damaged.
The auctioneer was obviously dissatisfied with her behavior, he stepped closer to the cage and lowered his voice though his eyes was flaming with fury, “Take your hands off and show yourself to the gentlemen!”
She took a deep breath and slowly removing her hands as men were yelling with excitement.
“Look at you Bitch!”
“I’ll make you dripping wet...”
“Open your legs… Ooohooo!”
Then the whole crowd fell into silence as they saw the red mark on her lower belly.
It was in shape of a cross.
The crowds grew noisy again only this time, their face turned into shock and confusion.
“That’s impossible! How could she…”
“I thought it was just a rumor…”
“I don’t think she’s the true…”
“The prophecy.” The auctioneer said with a presumptuous tone “I believe we all remember it.” he paused intentionally, “From $5000 I’m bid?”
This time, someone held up a sign.
It was a guest sitting in the first row, his entire figure covered in a black robe and the upper face hidden under a mask. It was impossible to recognize him but when he raised his bidder, his wrist was exposed under the light. It was pale and bloodless.
It was a vampire.
"$5000. Thank you Sir." The auctioneer nodded politely but he didn’t look intrigued at all. He changed his gaze to the back row of audience, “any higher?” His voice echoed in the room.
“Oh, $6000, thank you!” The auctioneer bowed to guest at the next to last row who lit up his bidder. The man stood up and raised his chin in a provocative manner. He was tall and burly, making the wide casual shirt look like a tight-fitting garment. His face was invisible through the dim light but his eyes glinted in green.
This was how werewolves looked like when they wanted to demonstrate authority.
The vampire didn’t even turned his head, not affected by the wolf’s provocation at all.. He raised the bidder once again.
“$7000! How generous!” The auctioneer said in a flattery tone.
A woman, or a female vampire as her uncovered neck was just as pale as the vampire’s next to her, turned her head to glance at the werewolf before enchantingly resting her chin propped on elbow and leant casually against the backrest.
“Victor, if your mate knew you here for a sex slave auction. What would she think about?” She sneered, “I’m afraid your wolf skin would be peeled off.”
Some guests chuckled.
The werewolf seemed embarrassed. He possibly didn’t expect someone to recognize him here. He growled roughly before grabbing his jacket and leaving the room.
“$7000, any higher?” The auctioneer asked.
There was a silence.
The auctioneer seemed not to be satisfied with this price though. He looked around before taking out a knife and slowly approaching the girl with a vicious smile.
“Let’s see how she tastes.” He raised his arm, the blade glinting under spotlight.
The slave recoiled in horror. She squirmed back to the cage until the irons dug deeply into her flesh. But there’s no way she could escape from this. She felt trapped. As soon as the razor made a horrible cut on her arm, her blood gushed out.
A heavy smell of blood filled the room instantly.
Guest in the front row suddenly ditched their calmness and popped up with a harsh shriek. Some ripped off their robes and masks, snarling at her with their crimson eyes and sharp-edged fangs.
They were blood suckers on edge, ready to rush on the stage and drain her blood.
The remaining guests began to panic, desperately wanting to stir from the room. If the vampires really lost their controls, the skinny girl on stage would be far from enough.
“Higher price?” The auctioneer continued to ask, ignoring the upcoming danger.
“$8000!”
“$9000!”
“$10,000!”
The bids went into a frenzy and a few vampires had even climbed onto the stage, surrounding the cage and hissing at the girl. And the girl, with nothing to protect herself, screamed desperately while the sharp fangs were brushing on her neck. She shouted and cried for help but her voice had be drown out in the chaos.
She closed her eyes in despair.
That was when she heard a deep growl very close to her, a growl which sounded powerful and full of strength, she opened her eyes. She saw the vampires were kicked out of the stage, paw scratching on the floor with anger and shrieking in pain.
“She’s mine.” A man was standing next to the cage with his back to her. He was tall, with broad shoulders and fit arms. His voice intimidate everyone in the room.
“$50000, I’ll take her.” He said.
However, at this point, there’s no trace of excitement or joy on the auctioneer’s face. He looked at the man in fear as he collapsed on the floor, perspiration drizzled down from his forehead. And people gathered at the exit, eager to leave, all sucked in their breath and stared at the man with wide frightened eyes.
This was the man they all feared.
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Last Updated: 1/9/2026#39 Chapter 38 Escape
Last Updated: 1/9/2026#38 Chapter 37 Confinement
Last Updated: 1/9/2026#37 Chapter 36 Confession
Last Updated: 1/9/2026#36 Chapter 35 How Wolf Fucks (18+)
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Last Updated: 1/9/2026#34 Chapter 33 Take or Reject
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