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Sicilia's POV:

Flashback to two hours earlier

“What are you doing outside? Aren't you one of the slaves?” A husky voice asked, and before I could turn to face the direction of the voice, a hefty-looking man dragged me into a shabby carriage. I could have killed him, but I decided to play along and see where the carriage was headed.

The murmurs of the other slaves in the carriage filled my ears.

“This is so unfair."

“Where are they taking us?"

“Fool, she should have escaped when she had the chance."

I had the burning urge to strangle one of

them.

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After passing through the gates of Hell, I ended up in a dense forest and was mistaken for a slave.

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I sat down in the carriage with the other slaves, stylishly cutting my fingernails with my teeth.

A slender lady, seated beside me, asked, “You aren't one of us, are you?” as she scanned my outfit. She had a deep cut on her face, and flies buzzed around it.

I wasn't paying attention to their outfits before, but now that she'd correctly pinpointed that I wasn’t a slave, I lazily looked at their dresses and was dismayed to see they were poorly dressed and the women looked unfed. One of the young ladies was pregnant and wept profusely.

“Look here, woman; crying won't solve the problem,” I said calmly. “I'd advise you to come up with a plan for your unborn child instead of crying over spilled milk.” My voice wasn't cold or bitter; instead, I felt a bit sorry for the fetus, which would be born into suffering and discrimination. Who knows? It might never be accepted, the same way I was never accepted. The lady didn't reply; she turned away and continued crying.

There were twenty-three of us in the carriage and two dead bodies.

“She was harassed by one of the drivers,” the slender lady explained to me.

“Pathetic,” I scorned, shaking my head, “she should have cut off his balls.”

Another lady laughed hysterically, “Cut off his balls? You sound so brave,” she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I knew she was making fun of me, so I snarled at her, scaring the daylight out of the poor woman.

“Over twenty children have died of infection, and we ladies have been molested several times. If we refuse to release our bodies, they will take it forcefully and still beat us,” the slender lady continued, her eyes heavy with tears. “My name is Clara,” she introduced herself, stretching out her hand for a shake. I merely acknowledged her handshake before I hissed.

I expected her to feel embarrassed, but she smiled broadly. “It's fine; I guess you don't have a lot of friends.” She laughed nervously and made a failed attempt to stretch her body.

It was then that I realized she was also pregnant. I was confused by her calm and friendly demeanor, despite her obvious pain. She had her problems, yet she felt sorry for her fellow beings.

“What a weak heart; I doubt she will last a day in Hell,” I thought, disgusted by her character. Still, I pitifully stretched out my arm as support, so she could conveniently stretch her body. She was grateful and kept thanking me throughout our two-hour, boring journey. The carriage stopped, and a loud flute was blown.

“We've arrived! We are at the Northern Pack,” one of the ladies, later introduced as Betty, exclaimed excitedly.

“North?” I muttered in surprise, “But Kelvin's pack is in the East; why did he transfer to the North?” I wondered out loud.

The slave soldiers were harsh and kept dragging the ladies out of the carriage. Some were begging for mercy, while most of them kept weeping profusely.

I sat still, staring at everything with an expressionless face, until the same hefty-looking man roughly dragged me up. I was caught by surprise, and before I could act, the man dropped me on the floor and burst into laughter, his colleagues joining him. As I swiftly scanned my surroundings, I noticed the breathtaking decorations and sleek architecture of the mansion. There was a garden of beautiful flowers in front of the mansion, and the walls, which were made of sturdy glass, sparkled in the sunlight.

The modern glass-and-steel building towered before me, its reflective surface glinting dazzlingly. The air was alive with an atmosphere of innovation and importance, humming with the quiet confidence of a hub for progress. Various werewolves walked about, none of them sparing us a glance, their focus fixed on their pursuits.

“I heard that it's rude to maltreat women,” I murmured thoughtfully, staring at the ground, wondering what type of painful death I should grant those idiots.

The slaves looked scared as the men sexually harassed them. I wanted to ignore it all, but when it became unbearable and their tears were annoying, I stood up like a wrestler and punched the face of the man who was trying to touch Clara's ass. Clara was shocked, as were the women, and before I could close my eyes, a fight began.

The slave soldier who I had punched stood up, running to attack me. I brought out my claws, piercing into the man's stomach. His liver, kidney, and lungs gushed out, and the women screamed in fear.

“You bitsh! Your parents did a very bad job training you!” One of the men yelled and jumped on me.

I punched him in the belly, and he raised his hand, thinking he could outsmart me, but I held it and twisted it until he growled in pain. I pushed him off of my body, and the other slave soldiers paused, waiting for my next action.

I could hear Clara sobbing, begging me to leave the slave soldier, but I refused. I wanted to teach them a lesson about harassing women in my presence. My fangs came out, and I angrily picked up the man I pushed, tearing his head from his neck.

There was a blood outpour, and the other slaves' soldiers were frightened. My dress was covered in blood, and I angrily pierced my claws into my prey's chest and brought out his heart. My mouth was covered in his blood, and his heart was in my hand. I turned to face Clara and the ladies with a victorious smirk on my face.

Clara smiled; although she was frightened, she still looked impressed by my actions.

I snarled at the other frightened men. “Who’s next?” And I crushed the fleshy heart with my claws.

“That's enough!” A loud voice thundered, and I could swear the ground rumbled.