A/N: this chapter is a continuation of the previous chapter which I divided due to the length. Please read the previous chapter before reading this one. Some terms and things are explained in the previous chapter which will not be explained here.

Mentions of blood and violence.

This chapter will contain some dark situations just as the previous one.

Enjoy.

Anya waited for them to come to her. She stood patiently as she watched Jackson leading Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi down with another guard in the back. All of them looked good.

They looked better than they had when they had come to her. That fact surprised her.

She had seen how very handsome and magnificent they were.

But now, they looked even better. They looked rested.

All of their cheeks were still hollow, their eyes still a bit wary and gait uncertain.

There was a guarded aura surrounding Yoongi and Namjoon while an uncertain and meek aura blanketed the other two.

When that gets replaced with confidence and boldness, a knowledge of their own superiority, a playful sparkle that would indicate that they love to toy with anyone daring to come to them, how would they look?

Oh she wanted to see that look!

She was also well aware of the weight of the stares on her and her hybrids. The sight of the 4 of them and the 3 with her, clothed, standing straight with their eyes filled with curiosity had every person here itching.

They wanted to tame them again.

More than that, her hybrids were becoming irresistible to these Hyenas. There vitality and spark drawing these rabid demons closer to them.

She knew that everyone was waiting for the ceremony.

Peter had informed her that this tradition of the ceremony was a part from the first generation of hybrids.

That the ceremony of the pleasure slaves was something everyone had participated in.

The participation, in fact indicated their status. If someone could participate, it meant that they had the station, the stature in the top tiers of society that prevailed on their family enough for them to be considered among the Crème de la crème.

Not only with participation of the 2nd step, but they delighted on the visual pleasure they would get from the first step itself. Watching was also considered normal as long as it was not called upon for the set of words it actually was.

Exhibitionism and Voyeurism

For just the owners.

For the hybrids participating in it? The set of words changed.

Rape. Non consent. Bondage. Victim. Slavery.

Too many words. But they were not important in the equation of this evening.

Their screams were.

She had enough people having a keen interest in her. The men wanted to impress her. The women too wanted the same, but they also wanted to watch her crumble down a bit.

Just a bit.

No one wanted her anger directed at them.

Tonight provided that golden opportunity to do so without any snap back from her. Or so they thought.

Obviously Anya was also well aware of the fact that Taehyung and Jungkook were not targets. The snakes would also be left alone.

As it was, they were too dangerous to begin with. Them standing amongst them, completely free, with no cuffs already had people on the very edge. Park did not approach her in fear. The 2 poor darlings were not even aware of it.

No, they were not going to be on the list for the guests to wanna mess with.

But, Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi were of interest to the rest.

Especially Yoongi.

She noticed the greedy unholy gazes directed at the silent Jaguar as he came near. There were guests here who were salivating for him. Wanting him with their unpleasant and filthy lust. She easily noticed 8 such gazes.

There were men and women who craved him. And they would do anything to have a taste of him tonight.

This situation tonight was pivotal for their future without any doubt. The hybrids and the guests were completely unaware of it but Anya knew it.

Tonight would be the only night in the lives of her hybrids when they had all of their target audience watching them. The only night in their life after being owned when everyone would observe them. This bundle of people would then gossip, spreading what happened here tonight to the rest of the perverted ranks of people outside this Auction.

Which loosely translated to the fact that they would either spread mere gossip or tales of a new reputation, a history, a legend that they witnessed.

If her hybrids projected the image of slaves that everyone knew them to be, then these people would never stop coming for them.

Unfortunately, these people were a part of her world. As such they had access to events or parts of her life. There would always be a time when she could not be present with her hybrids, during which window of opportunity they could try to drag her hybrids with their claws.

Yes her reputation could hold them off but judging by the immoral light burning in their eyes for the need to sully her hybrids? She was afraid some would cross over the boundary just to violate them. Yes they would pay for it afterwards, but the damage would already be done to her hybrids.

Anya did not want one single speck of mud going towards the people who were hers to protect now, let alone a whole experience of any sort of an incident.

Which was why it was crucial for HER HYBRIDS to show to the guests today of who they actually were. THEY were the ones who needed to make the others realize, to instil fear in them to ever take a look towards them, let alone entertain plans to reach them.

Anya knew how to do just that. Lee Soonan would play a part in it. Unconsciously of course.

One gaze though stood out. Cheon Seojin was here too and she was whispering to a Man. Someone Anya knew well. Mr. Park Ji-young. A hotelier. Wealthy. Her brother had always kept a watch over him. One of the bad seeds. Someone who did not have any contact with her but whom Anya knew maybe too much about. Her brother had been planning to boot this man out of his line of trade, not liking the fact that he got profit due to his association with one of her brother's head marketing officer.

Oh poor Seojin, if you choose to manipulate him for me to do your dirty work for you, you won't win.

"So, should we proceed? I think Peter and I am enough for today. Shall we send the rest back?" Jackson reached her and asked.

"Yes. Thankyou. This evening will need me more than any security anyways. So I need both of you to do something other than scanning for threats today though." Anya answered.

Jackson nodded. He motioned for the 2 other guards to head back and then indicated Peter to join him. The boys too huddled together around her.

"What do you need?"

"Have you read all the profiles of the people attending here? Do you both recognise all in the room?" she asked in a breezy tone. To any onlooker it might look like a normal conversation between her and her bodyguards.

For her, it was a normal conversation though.

Peter and Jackson casually glanced around the room, their stance loose and relaxed while their gaze alert. Calculative.

Cataloguing every inch of the foyer with all the people in it they looked back at her, "Positive. All identities are known." Both confirmed to her.

To that she simply said, "Recon."

Both the men gave her a short nod. That one word telling them in detail what was expected of them from the evening. What she wanted them to do. Having worked with her as long as they had, these were the times when short words were enough instruction for their job of roughly 6 hours ahead of them.

Moreover, the understood the intentions behind her request. And they approved.

Having confirmed that her request would be met, she finally gave all her attention to the 7 people she needed to protect tonight.

"Lead the way to the ceremonial room." She asked them.

Taehyung gave her a smile, meeting her eyes, while Jungkook turned to lead the way.

Her heart faltered. She looked over at Jin who gave her a screwed up smile with an awkward encouraging nod as he too noticed the enthusiasm of the kits.

Uh-oh. Explaining to those two, about her wish to not participate in 2nd step was going to be hard.

As they started moving forward, she saw Jin and Jimin quietly talking to Namjoon and Yoongi, while Hoseok kept pace with the two kits, not letting their attention stray. Jimin and Jin were most likely relaying their conversation about the ceremony to the rest.

As they reached the room, going through different corridors, Namjoon sidled up to her.

She motioned for the rest to enter the doors with Peter and Jackson while she looked over to Namjoon who appeared like he wanted to talk to her. Alone.

"Yes Namjoon. Would you like to say something?" she guided him to a corner and reassuringly placed her hand on his arms.

Then jerked it back appearing a little confused.

"Master?" Joon called out with a little uncertainty.

"Oh, oh nothing." Anya dismissed with a smile, placing her hands back on his arms, "For some reason I keep expecting your skin to be cold."

Smiling, Joon replied, "No, Master. It will only be the snake hybrids."

Anya nodded, then rubbed his arm a little as a small apology.

Namjoon blinked and then said "Master, I understand you are a bit worried about how to tell the kits that you are unwilling to Mark us?"

"You should not want to be Marked Joonie. Its not right. The scar Is permanent." She rushed to say, at least to try and convince him to give up the idea. Out of them all, she had an impression that he was the most logical one.

Joon smiled a little at his name, his anxiety easing a bit, "I understand Master, but that does not mean that I agree. I would be proud to carry your Mark."

Anya shook her head, tightening her hand around his arms a bit more as she started to tell him her logic, but the tall and buff hybrid continued, "However, we can always talk about it later. Because we understand. But those 2 won't. How they will react is a bit uncertain. They might completely go silent, or Taehyung may start crying."

She knew that. She feared that.

"So may I be impudent enough to suggest something?"

"You are not being impudent Joonie. Don't ever say that. You know how I wish our bond would be like without me having to verbalize it."

Those words reassured him a lot. Almost all his anxiety settled down at that. His Master was different than any owner or person he had met. He would be alright under her ownership. They all would be.

"Then let us tell them that you wish to perform the 2nd step of the ceremony in private at your home once we are all settled there."

Anya tilted her head to the side, her locks teasing her bare shoulders as she looked up with her blue eyes at him.

That would work brilliantly for now.

But she needed to clear one thing, "I still wont be doing it when we reach home."

"I know Master, but then we can at least make them understand and allow them their reaction without covetous eyes on us, waiting to strike at any given opportunity." Jonnie said softly while looking around a bit.

A wry smile on her face at his observation, Anya said, "You noticed."

An answering smile on his lips, "We all did."

"I don't want you to be concerned about it."

Joon let himself look at her. Without any restrain of fear or compulsion of training, looked in the warm blue eyes of his Master, he said, "We wont." And if his Master so wished, he would do just that.

He would place his trust in her and not worry about it.

He would instead enjoy the ceremony feeling free. Knowing that the monsters in there could only look helplessly but not touch any of them. He could sit back and laugh on the inside that the purpose of the ceremony for the hybrids was going to be in complete contrast for him and his friends in front of all to see.

Namjoon could do all of that because of the magnificently beautiful queen draped in silver with eyes and a smile that could either cause a man to sin or make them fall in the depths of hell.

"Okay. Talk to them both and explain it. Please tell them that I am a private person and too many eyes on something that is personal to me makes me uncomfortable. Also tell them that I do not wish for the animals here to be seeing any of you half naked as well. They have no rights to lay their gaze on any part of your skin that should reain under clothes."

"And do you really wish so?" Namjoon asked with a sudden urgency. He wanted to know if what she said was an act to further put the kits mind at peace or was she really that possessive of them?

"Yes. I do."

Namjoon felt happy. So very deeply happy. For her to be possessive meant she cherished them. He loved the feeling of being cherished. He wanted to keep that, maintain that interest.

"Then no one shall see us that way ever." He promised.

Anya nodded at him, lightly reaching up to touch his dimples. Satisfied with the way the small discussion had panned out, both of them turned back to the door and went forward to enter the room.

It was time for the ceremony to start.

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They headed in the hall. The hall Itself was the definition of grandeur for some. Grey drapes making the background for a spacious room lined in the side by antique couches beside which stood small tables. The centre of the room was free while being surrounded by the place where spectators would lounge back, watching their entertainment for tonight, awaiting their own participation and then the chance to feel the eyes of the rest when they took the stage to be the centre of attraction.

For Anya, the royal room looked like something straight out of Sotheby's Auction. The golden light bathing the room in an ambience which was designed to scream the wealth of the owner. It was, yet again like everything else, ostentatious.

Some had already settled down in their seats with the hybrids now kneeling down on all fours, their foreheads touching the ground while their bottoms were in air. They held their positions like statues, complete in their utter stillness mimicking a human marble art.

As much as Anya could see, in her opinion, that is what people had turned these vulnerable creatures into.

Guided slightly by Namjoon who was beside her, she reached the end of the room, at the head position of the assembly, her hybrids and guards standing there, waiting for her.

Peter and Jackson were still looking around, her orders being carried out even in her absence, while the hybrids shifted restlessly.

In a room full of their kind subjugated as mere objects, they stood tall and proud without any humiliating objects save the collars.

Reaching her seat which had her name on it Anya understood a problem.

Her seat had two smaller chairs beside hers and two stools, low in height. That made for only four of her hybrids to be seated.

"We'll sit on the floor." Hoseok said as he saw her mapping up the situation, already having discussed it with the rest while she talked with Joon, "You did tell me that I could sit on the floor if I voluntarily wanted to for myself, remember?"

She did. It was just this morning they had this conversation.

God it seemed so far back.

"Plus it would be good for Taehyung and Jungkook too. They wont feel comfortable in this environment to be seated anywhere else." Jin spoke softly.

"Very well, seat yourself then, I believe I don't need to decide who sits where?" Anya said as she made herself comfortable on the antique armchair.

Without any sound, Jimin and Hoseok sat on the chairs beside her, Jin and Yoongi taking the stools, leaving Jungkook, Taehyung and Namjoon to be seated on the floor right in front of her. They sat cross legged with Namjoon in the middle as he immediately asked both the younger cats to listen to what he had to say.

Behind her, Peter and Jackson took their position standing straight.

She surveyed the room, tilting her chin up regally.

Every eye in the now fully occupied room was on her. Her surrounded by her hybrids, sitting facing them, staring right back.

Her beauty flanked by the unnerving gazes of two unchained snake hybrids, sitting relaxed with their legs crossed on one ankle, the dark gazes of a Jaguar and Eagle with their shoulders back, in the middle, going to the unblinking penetrating gaze of a wolf hybrid with his arms around two more hybrids, was something that drew every single eye to them.

Together, they were the picture of what the word powerful implied.

Together, they painted the picture of the last mistake someone could make in their life. They visualized that situation.

Park gulped on seeing them. This was not what he had thought would happen. He had thought she would want to portray to the world her status and power by bringing forth the picture of her with 7 most wanted and desired hybrids kneeling in front of her, hers to do with what she wished.

He did end up being right, but only partly. She did appear powerful, but not with kneeling hybrids but with those hybrids staring at them with a lethal edge in their eyes.

Those dangerous half breeds sat patiently with their Master, and Jihaan had a sinking Feeling in his guts that she could still do with them what she wished but she would not need any leash to control them. The mesmerizing Lady would be the only person those predators would answer to.

Park wanted the Auction to be over soon.

He wanted them gone.

Because the hybrids still did nor realize the threat they could pose, they were not aware of their own potential and he knew they would soon. He could see it in the determination in Anya's eyes. She would make them aware of it.

That woman was here to play a deadly game, she was going to be playing that with the world and this was just the beginning.

So he wanted them gone before the level of her game progressed.

She by herself was ruthless. With the added hybrids, they were going to be merciless, savage.

Smiling towards her, doing his best to keep her appeased he went to the centre.

She sublimely acknowledged him back.

Her hybrids, however, remained unblinking.

"Wishing all you Ladies and Gentlemen a pleasant evening. Those gathered here have become the owner of one or more than one of the fine slaves we have trained. This ceremony is being conducted to introduce your slaves to the society, establishing your ownership of them while registering to take responsibility for their actions legally by signing the document." He said.

"The ceremony will have 4 steps, the 3rd divided in two. All the tools required for it to be performed have been arranged and is displayed on the north wall. Owners may choose to their personal content any device that they would like to use on their hybrids."

A murmur of approval as the crowd inspected the wall filled with whips, rods, knives, blades, flogger, chains, piercings, dildos, clamps, needles, blindfolds, cuffs, rags, mothballs, ice, hammer, burning candles, hot wax, hot water, scissors, pliers, ropes, metal claws and lastly to the corner, a kind of wooden chair.

A warm hand grasped her upper thighs. She looked to Seokjin on her right who was leaning towards her. Reaching her ears he said "Now this, is not tame." Referring to earlier during dinner when he had declared the actions in the dining hall as tame.

This was his way of warning her that the coming night would have acts which would completely horrify her. She nodded her head to thank him.

She needed the heads up. Too many eyes were on her. For her to achieve the result she desired, she needed to appear unbothered. Bored even. Her expression could not betray her.

She needed to do this so that she could present these people with a violence that would shock them. That they would remember.

Jin drew back as Park continued.

"As tradition, the evening will progress with the 2 owners who have been patrons to this auction from the start, then we shall have the honor of our most generous patron gracing us with her presence," nodding his head respectfully to indicate Anya, " and then go on with the sequence of the orders made and paid."

When no protests were heard, he continued "Let us all enjoy the evening tonight. May I remind you that 2 officers have obliged to be present with us to keep the evening from spiralling towards anything illegal." Park now indicated towards two figures standing towards the beginning of the stage, directly on the opposite end of Anya.

That bit of information was extremely beneficial to her.

She looked towards them to see 2 familiar faces. Ye Jun and Hyung-sik.

She felt elated at that! Those were not only her friends but also two people who would support anything she did. Even if she slipped a little beyond the boundaries of legal.

But she kept her poker face, not wanting for the connection to be known.

Both Hyung-sik and Ye Jun looked at her, then subtly winked.

Anya nodded and relaxed back.

Park continued, "The presence of the officers will not deter from any fun we want to have as long as the clause are all met and all actions committed tick the boxes of the amendment which was passed, which all of you are thoroughly familiar with. They will stay in the corner, unobtrusive, but their presence should not be forgotten."

Nods of assent around the room.

"Then let us begin the evening. Refreshments will be served throughout the ceremony. Please enjoy our hospitality."

Saying so, Park moved towards her friends and then escorted the officers to the corner of the room where a transparent curtain was draped. Ye Jun and Hyung-sik went to sit behind it.

Then the ceremony, officially began.

The first one to come towards the centre was, unexpectedly, Mrs. Han. She tugged with her a bear hybrid, judging from the ears. Only the ears because the physique of the poor hybrid suggested he might be a starved squirrel.

He was painfully thin. His ribs could be easily counted while the knees he walked on were knobby.

Obediently he came with his master on his hands and knees.

"This is my slave, his name is cumbersome so I have given him an easy one. Please meet Joke. I will let you all guess his talent."

Saying so she went to the north wall, the hybrid remaining at his place. Anya refused to even register the name he had been given in her mind.

Mrs. Han returned with a few objects with her. She laid it on a nearby table which was set up by the waiters. They were a thin rod, blade, hot wax and a metal claw.

Pain.

He could withstand pain.

Without making any announcements, Mrs. Han slapped the bear the bear hard on his face, "Not a single sound." She commanded to him.

Saying that she took the blade and made an incision on his back. The hybrid remained quiet. Blood tricked down from his back while Mrs. Han calmly reached for the liquid wax. Taking some on the wooden spoon provided with it, she directly smeared it over the wound she had made.

The bear hybrid's eyes bulged slightly at that, but not a single sound came from him.

Anya on the other hand, felt like screaming. Her dress felt a little tight on her and she thought she might have difficulty breathing. But she kept her act intact on the outside.

How the fuck will I survive through this without betraying my feelings???

Just then, she felt Jungkook press back on her leg, agitated a bit.

She instantly splayed her hand on his hair, gently running through it while slightly rubbing his scalp. Softly petting him.

Jungkook stiffened at first and then relaxed at her touch. He scooted a little more towards her, tilting his head slightly to get her to pet him more. She obliged. She rubbed a bit of his soft fuzzy ears at its base and then continued to touch his hair, affectionately caressing him.

This was how she would survive it. For them.

Looking back up, Mrs. Han by now had made 5 such wounds on his back and coated them with liquid wax.

She kept petting and reassuring Jungkook while she saw that woman reach for the rod.

"Stand up." She commanded the bear hybrid. He stood, wincing slightly.

As soon as he was up, Mrs. Han proceeded to beat him with the rod, the instrument producing a wheezing sound as it cut through the air and then a loud thwak as it landed on the flesh of the hybrid.

Anya glanced around the room to check the reaction of the crowd.

Every single human eye in the room held a morbid excitement as they eagerly gazed on the ongoing act. Some reached for their erections, stroking it openly, while a few licked their lips, fingers tightly clenched on their armchairs, physically holding themselves from leaping at the bear hybrid.

They were all sick. Twisted and sadistic. Complete monsters.

This continued for 20 minutes. Finally letting up when Mrs. Han stopped.

"I will let the challenger enjoy 10 min extra from my slot. I pick Mr. Park Ji-young."

Hearing this the crowd clapped and a guy in his mid to late fourties sat up on his seat with a smile, "I might break him Mrs. Han, are you sure? I did it the last time with your slave."

"This one is different. I know he will prevail." Mrs. Han boasted.

Ji-young laughed boisterously as he got up to come towards them.

Beside her on the left, Yoongi jerked a little.

Question in her eyes, she looked at him. Yoongi looked back and said, "He is one of them." Quietly to her.

One of the people who craved him. Had assaulted and abused him in the past. Someone that Yoongi feared.

Wrinkling her brows she considered this. Yoongi had potential of breaking off his conditioning completely, if only he trusted her completely. She could then guide him to reach his true personality, shrugging off whatever chains of slavery that bound him. He could then process his past in a healthy manner. Especially when he changed to his animal self.

This situation presented her with an opportunity to show him that he was utterly safe with her. It could show him that her claim of being someone no one would want to touch for the fear of making her angry, was in fact true. Not only him, it could make all her hybrids understand the level of her power.

Bonus would be the fact that it would reinforce her reputation among these deviant monsters and also make her brother happy. She needed the bonus points with her brother before letting him know about the snake hybrids anyways.

Anya thought through all the information she had about Park Ji-young, while the man in question went to the bear hybrid and put on the metal claw, preparing to make him break his silence.

It was a policy her brother and she had. Any new players in their business was vetted. Their history explored. If initial survey indicated them to be shady in their professional aspect, then a thorough background check was done. It proven to be problematic, then eyes were kept on all their activity, both public and private while the info was stored for future if any situation arose where they needed the person in question gone.

To what degree would depend on the transgression committed.

One such file was in existence for Park Ji-young with her brother's intention for using it.

Well she could use a sliver of it right now. The legal authorities would stay silent on it. Although Ye Jun might just get exasperated with her.

Anya leaned towards Yoongi, "Did he hurt you badly?"

Yoongi looked at her with his dark eyes, his mouth twisting in a bitter smile. "Yes."

"Do you want him to pay for it?"

Yoongi blinked, taken aback. He opened his mouth then closed it.

Both of them ignored Ji-young beating the hybrid in the centre, making him bleed while violently punching him with his other hand.

Yoongi saw something in her gaze, the silent confidence making him take her question seriously. Clearing his expression of confusion and surprise, he nodded firmly once.

"Can you trust me completely for this ceremony and not fight back at all?"

"Fight you back?"

"No."

Yoongi knew that was all she was going to elaborate about. She was not commanding him. She was asking, almost pleading. While she could just command him to. In this setting, seeing what was happening to their kind, anyone might have felt the temptation to have the same power. But his Master did not change her personality.

She still requested her slaves.

Yoongi wanted to see what she obviously wanted to show him. "I promise not to fight back."

A slow chilling smile spread on her lips. Yoongi was momentarily taken aback at the expression completely changing on her face. She appeared satisfied. With her eyes twinkling menacingly she said, "Oh Jaguar, You are going to love what I do."

She sat back on her seat, the smile still not leaving her lips. Jin looked to meet his gaze, confusion evident in them too. So did Namjoon. Jimin and Hoseok seemed unconcerned but he knew they had heard the entire conversation too. All of his friends had.

A chill of anticipation ran through his spine as he waited for her to make her move, safe in the knowledge that the smile was not directed at him. For the first time in his life, he was mildly afraid for another human. He was afraid for whoever that smile was directed against.

In the centre, the bear hybrid cried out loudly in pain, his body almost covered in his own blood as he collapsed on the ground, not able to withstand the torture he was put through so openly.

Ji-young laughed at that, kicking the now down hybrid hard on his stomach, as laughter and applause broke out among the audience. The spectators found it amusing, the way the bear hybrid broke down in pain, applauding the skilful mastery of the man to achieve that.

The fuck are these people from? Were they all possessed by the ghosts of murderers or demons??

Mrs. Han angrily went to her hybrid. Taking a sharp cylindrical thin rod, pointed at the end, she stabbed his thighs at least 4 times, making more blood flow.

She had just given her hybrid the Third Mark. The poor hybrid sobbed uncontrollably at that knowledge.

Quickly attaching a leash on his collar, giving him his Symbol of slavery, she waited for the legal papers to be brought out.

"Well, better luck next time in choosing a hybrid that can withstand it longer. Till then enjoy this pathetic trash." Ji-young taunted as Park hastily brought the legal documents from the authorities.

As Ji-young turned, he looked over at Yoongi, his stare jealous and covetous at the same time. He could not take his eyes off of him from the time he saw the jaguar descending down the stairs with his eyes up and clothed in a hoodie and sweats. He wanted him. He craved him. He needed to abuse the jaguar again.

Yoongi was a hybrid he could never break. That jaguar could take any amount of pain he dished out. He had tried, always buying him for three months. Multiple times he had gone too far, almost killing him.

Electrocution to water boarding. He had stabbed him, raped him, beaten him within every single inch of his life but the Jaguar NEVER cried out. He remained stubbornly silent when he had broken his bones, silent as he had tried drowning him.

Ji-young could not believe that he would not get another chance with him. He needed it one last time at least.

He craved his time with his obedient and silent Jaguar. He wanted it badly.

Anya noticed his gaze. She had noticed it since the beginning of arriving here and also in the foyer. She also noticed the way he was lost in his passionate desire of his need, so much so that he was unaware of his surroundings.

Look at Yoongi with that violent longing one last time Ji-young. From the next time, your eyes will be filled with only fear of him.

During this exchange, Mrs. Han had left the centre which was swiftly cleaned of blood by maids as Park called the next Patron. Park Ji-young.

Anya licked her lips as she smiled. She would start now. She stopped petting Jungkook's hair and sat back on her seat. Jungkook turned slightly towards her and then back again, his head down.

She leaned towards him, "Forgive me Jungkook, I promise to do it longer later. Okay?"

For some reason, she just knew that he adored head pats.... caressess... And it was confirmed.

Vigorous nods.

She smiled as she saw Namjoon and Jin smiling too. While Jimin and Hoseok openly Chuckled. Taehyung however looked back at her and said in a timid voice "Me too?"

Anya genuinely smiled wide at that innocent request, "I will give you head rubs too later. Promise."

Nodding slightly to himself, Taehyung faced the front again.

Hoseok quietly noted the utter contrast. They were in a room of owners amused at inflicting pain and abusing their hybrids, not caring one bit about the emotional, physical and mental trauma, huge enough to crush their souls that, they were putting them through while on the other hand was His Master. She sat smiling at the two most conditioned hybrids after promising them head rubs due to a result of their pouting.

Hobi genuinely didn't know what they had done to deserve such a goddess, but he knew he would do anything, to keep being hers.

"My slave is a jackal hybrid. Just call him slave. Obedience is his only good trait. He never hesitates" Ji-young had started.

Taking the hot wax he said, "Dip your finger in it and keep it there. Don't make a sound."

The hybrid immediately obeyed dipping his finger in the hot wax.

Being just loud enough to be clearly heard by the man Anya said in an exasperated manner, "Boring."

Ji-young's head whipped around towards her, finally looking at her but Anya only sighed and projected an extremely bored face.

Knowing she had his attention, she casually leaned towards Yoongi, making it seem like she was bored and wanted distraction that her slave could provide.

She lifted her hand and rubbed one of Yoongi's ears, lounging towards his side nonchalantly, while slowly caressing his ear. Yoongi held absolutely still. He fortunately did not jerk in surprise because he was expecting something to happen.

Gently then Anya ran her fingers through his dark hair and fisted it in her hands. Fistful of his hair, she pulled him softly towards her, his head bending back to rest on her lap, baring his neck for all to see.

With her other hand, she sinuously started tracing the veins on Yoongi's neck, fingers gentle as she went back and forth over them.

Then she went to the spot, just below his jaw and dug her nails in the flesh. Painfully slowly, she scratched her way down his throat, leaving an angry red mark in its wake, striking on his pale white skin, all the while slightly tugging on his hair.

Yoongi closed his eyes and groaned deeply against the sensations he felt.

Unknown to the onlookers, her hand holding his hair in a grip was not tight, in fact he had willingly bent his head as she guided it, exerting no force at all. All the while, one finger kept softly massaging a spot on his head hidden by his hair in what he knew, to be an apology.

As for the way she had marked him, the force was present, but the speed with which she had moved had provoked a more sexual sensation rather than hurt. Combined with her delicious scent of vanilla and cherry blossoms, his senses were going in overload.

In front of them, the Jackal hybrid cried out and let go of the box holding the wax, dropping it as hot wax splashed everywhere. On his and Ji-young's body.

Ji-young had been so engrossed in looking at her hybrid that he had forgotten to ask his to stop. There was a limit to pain after all.

The poor jackal hybrid got down on his knees to quietly await his punishment while Ji-young....

He still remained transfixed on the sight of Yoongi's neck bared with a deep red mark on it, eyes closed and the deep groan still vibrating in the air.

Anya smiled internally and rubbed her thumb soothingly on the mark she had made.

Yoongi groaned again, less louder this time.

Letting go of his hair, she looked up at Ji-young, to watch his attention still on her Jaguar, gaze needy with the desire to get his hands on him. He appeared to be desperate to get Yoongi.

Snapping to attention at him being called out, he looked at his hybrid and then the surroundings. Collecting himself he said, "Well seems like I have got a bad one." He laughed as he kicked the Jackal repeatedly, making others chuckle with him.

After some time when he was satisfied with his hybrid breathing fast in pain, he looked at her and said, "It would be an honour if Ms. Anya would come to challenge and check my hybrid." He smiled dazzlingly at her.

The whispers started in the room. Everyone wanted that it seemed.

The man is playing right into my hands.

Smiling mockingly at him she said, "Your hybrid is boring and so is his trait. If he obeys that easily, then where is the challenge? Tame is almost synonymous to boredom and I want no part in it. Besides," she looked at Yoongi and traced his face with her fingers, reaching his forehead she ran her hand through his hair again, pulling at it again. Yoongi let out a small sound, "I have my hybrids to play with." Anya winked at Ji-young.

The man became angry that easily. He was angry at her for openly refusing his offer, angry at her for possessing the hybrid he desired, angry at Yoongi for groaning out loud when he could never elicit the sound from him.

"Then whoever wants come forth." Saying so, he stabbed his hybrid on his legs, attaching a leash on him, already completing the third step, making the hybrid drop his head at the shattered hope he had unknowingly carried.

Discarding him at the centre to be used by whoever would volunteer, he fixed his gaze at the Jaguar.

He wanted a show? Well he would get one.

Anya turned slightly on her chair to face Yoongi as she let her hands tug him a little closer. His warm body now touched her side. bending a little to reach his ears she said, "You are in pain."

She lifted herself not giving him a chance to speak she put her left hand inside his hoodie, going through the space on his neck while she used her right hand to hold his head. Inside his hoodie, she did not touch his skin, instead made it seem like she was freely caressing his chest, by moving her hand underneath the cloth.

She paused above his nipples and made an appearance of slowly circling them while she fisted his hair and this time forced his head to his left, baring his right side of his neck. Then she tapped on his nipples twice while seemingly twisting them viciously.

Yoongi responded right on cue, catching on the meaning of her command.

He jerked his body as if in pain and then twisted his face in a grimace, letting out a distressed sound.

My intelligent jaguar...

Laughing huskily at his contrived painful expression, she took her hands out of his hoodie, letting go of his hair.

Loudly enough to be heard by the now salivating Ji-young, she said to Yoongi, "I will play with you more tonight. You will love that, won't you?"

Yoongi nodded eagerly. Laughing some more, she straightened on her seat looking at Ji-young.

He was stroking his erection over his clothes, saliva dribbling a bit at the corner of his mouth, eyes reflecting wild need and anger at equal amounts.

Saying lowly, "Can you all hear me at this volume?"

Subtle nods by her hybrids.

"Good. Prepare yourselves. We are up next. Yoongi, remember your promise."

Before anyone could say anything, leaving his slave being violently abused by a man in the centre, Ji-young came striding to her.

Anya leaned back again, tilting her head to see him, expecting this move, needing him to do this move.

"Can I be the one to check your slave in the 2nd step?" Ji-young practically panted with desire.

Anya lifted her hands to teasingly caress the neckline of her own gown, tormenting his gaze, adding to the lust, slowly going back and forth over her soft skin as she kept quiet.

"Your brother knows me really well. In fact we are good friends. He talks about you often. Wont you do this slight favour for your brother's friend? Beside, I have had the jaguar before as my pet. I can show you new sides to him." He said desperately.

What a liar.

Her brother and him friends? Here was her brother livid at him and planning to ruin his immoral and corrupt ass and he thought her brother liked him.

"No. I am very possessive about Yoongi. I am afraid I don't like seeing him touched by anyone else. I wont like any of my hybrids touched. I may skip the 2nd step completely to that effect. Or maybe skip the entire ceremony. As for you checking him?" Anya paused to let him feel her words, "You will never in your life be able to touch a single hair on his head. Accept it Ji-young. Looking at him will be a luxury you may indulge in only till the time we stay here, after which all you will be left with are his memories."

Anya provoked the man.

His face turned red as he digested the truth in them, a vein on his temple, pulsing madly.

"Mr. Ji-young! You need to sign the document." Came the frantic voice of Park from behind.

Rage in his eyes, making them protrude from his face, Ji-young turned to go back in the centre to his now bloody slave quivering and shivering, to sign the documents.

In this short period of time, He had forgotten all about her, Anya's reputation or the danger she carried, his mind now clouded with any way he could devise to lay his hand on the jaguar hybrid again. He was obsessed by it, going over all the possible ways that he could, until what Anya said, registered.

Smiling in triumph, he went back to his seat, knowing what he would do.

Anya was pretty sure too about what he would do.

As Park looked over to call her over, Anya said in a sweet voice, "Can we have some refreshments before my turn? I am parched."

"Yes. I would like some too." Came a reply followed by more voices joining in on her request.

"But of course. Allow me." Park said with a flourish as he clapped his hands for the maids to come in.

She checked once to see Ji-young's gazed darkly fixed on Yoongi while his body was coiled, ready to move in any second. He was seated to her left, 3 chairs down.

Her hybrids sensed something was up. They saw the display and the sounds Yoongi had made, but knew it to be an act. They saw through it easily because they never smelled pain on the jaguar. The only change was him rising lust. Not pain.

They knew their Master was weaving something so they kept quiet and observed. Frankly her calm in the situation made them know that whatever it was, she had it under control.

Anya waited till her tea was served. Then she stood up from her seat. "Jungkook, shift a little to the right and stay there, I need to come back too," She said loudly, making Kook shift for her to leave her seat to go to her guards, conveniently making it easy for anyone to reach Yoongi.

"Don't interfere." Is all what she said to Peter and Jackson. They nodded.

Turning, she signalled for Mr. Park to join her, which the man did instantly, running to be by her side. She made sure to pull away and put some good distance between her seat and herself, going to the very edge of the room with Park, turning her back to the whole assembly and more importantly, turning her back to her seat.

"Mr. Park, I will not be partaking any of the steps which are not necessary legally, here." She said.

"Well. I had a suspicion you would say this." Park admitted "In that case you should know that-"

Whatever he was about to say got lost as a loud voice screamed, "What the fuck Ji-young!" accompanied with the sound of a furniture overturning and someone being dragged.

Anya did not look back immediately, allowing a few seconds.

However, Park was horrified as he saw what had happened as he faced the front. He knew it in his bones, the evening had taken a turn for the worse. The worst actually. All he wanted to do was survive it.

Finally Anya turned to survey the scene.

Park Ji-young was in the centre, clutching the arms of a hybrid tightly. Presently he was in the process of making the hybrid kneel on the ground before him.

The hybrid in his grasp, was Yoongi.

Caught you in my trap m*therfucker.

Striding forward quickly and reaching her seat. She said in a steely tone "How Dare You?"

Her guards and hybrids had remained quiet, having been instructed early on. Yoongi too was not putting up any fight. All of them putting their complete trust in her.

"YOU SAID YOU WILL SKIP THE CEREMONY??? WELL HONEY THE CEREMONY REQUIRES THE 2ND STEP TO BE FULFILLED!! I AM DOING YOU A FAVOUR!!!" Ji-young shouted at her while still forcing Yoongi absentmindedly to kneel.

The room filled with gasps and whispers, mounting with noise as the silence from Anya continued.

"What have you done Ji-young?" came a rather loud whisper from the crowd.

That seemed to snap a little sense in him. Now that he had Yoongi in his grasp, his haze of desire dissipated by the second, making him realize just whose property he had forcefully taken.

"Release Him. Now." Each word had an efficiency of a bullet. Quietly spoken, its impact was loud. All the chatter died down. While Ji-young fully recognised the gravity of his situation.

Trembling a little, he let the jaguar go.

"Yoongi, come and sit down." She said softly.

The jaguar did not waste any time in making his way to his Master. Once he reached her, he sat down in his seat.

Anya kept looking at the now sweating man, back straight, feminine figure still, with a look of contempt on her face. Blue eyes glittering dangerously, she repeated. "How. Dare. You?"

Kim Anya was not someone who socialised with everyone. Which was something that their elk was both disappointed and happy about. Throughout her life, there were quite a few people who had unfortunately made her unhappy. Those people suffered from fates that in some cases were worse than death. She knew too much, had too many connections with the wrong people doing the right things. That is what made her dangerous. Her wealth made the legal actions of her revenge disappear. Or so they thought. Which was why her not socializing with them was a part of making them happy. They would not unknowingly offend the heiress.

And here he was, having knowingly offended her.

Even though Ji-young was afraid, he was still defiant. For the delicious torment of his jaguar hybrid, he decided to take a chance.

"My actions were for your benefit Anya. You said you would skip the ceremony. I wanted to help you. This is your first time which is why you may not know but the 2nd step is legally required for you to declare and register your ownership of your slaves." He said with confidence creeping back in his voice.

"I care for you, hence I did it. Though I guess I should have given you some indication for it." He laughed lightly.

"Give me the jaguar and I'll do it for you. You really don't need to thank me. After all I am a friend of your brother, and by extension, yours. And friends will always look out for each other. Isn't that the saying in your generation?"

Anya remained quiet but let a sinister smile grace her face, eyes openly cruel, she asked in a chilling voice, making almost all seated in the room gulp. "You have been to this auction the longest? You seem to know all the rules?"

Feeling a shiver of anxiousness running through him he said, "Yes I have. Almost all my business life."

"And is that all there is to the 2nd rule? Or are you leaving something out?"

"No. that is all there is to it. See? Its simple." He said winningly.

The smile disappeared from Anya's face. Her face shrouded in an expressionless mask she just said, "Wrong."

"Huh?"

"I said Wrong, sweetheart." She called out to him.

Nodding to the legal officers now standing near him she continued, "There is a fine print of the rule Ji-young, the clause you don't seem to know. Violation of which results in legal actions. What are the consequences officer?" she raised her voice a little.

"The offender is relieved of any hybrid they have acquired in the auction, and depending on the owner pursuing for legal actions, the offender can be fined from millions to life in jail for 3 years." Ye Jun supplied helpfully.

"What bullshit? What clause?" Ji-young called out a little wildly.

"The person who checks the hybrid needs to be selected by the owner. The hybrid he may test, is selected by the owner. The field the hybrid would be tested upon, is selected by the owner. The position and the instruments to be included for the test, is selected by the owner. And you, Park Ji-young, violated Every. Single. One. Of. Them." Anya said coldly.

"Do you think if I press charge it would only be restricted till you being fined millions?" she asked tauntingly.

Realising the extent of his transgression, his mind cleared up from the lust and need which was riding him hard, completely. Dread filled his entire body as he looked to Park Jihaan for confirmation of what he had just now heard.

The latter, still behind Anya, nodded his head.

Ji-young had screwed up badly.

"Please. Please don't do that Anya." He begged, pride in tatters now.

Staying silent for a few seconds, Anya simply looked at him. The whole room maintained the silence.

At last she broke into a cunning smile, the sight of which made Ji-young think, the worse was yet to come.

"Oh but I am Kim Anya Ji-young. I don't do things the way others do. My possessiveness is far too high to be satisfied by inflicting upon you a predetermined punishment. You disregarded me. You dared to covet something that belongs to me. You talked back at me. You tried to make me look like a fool. You tried to shoot my ego down. But greatest of them all You. Directly. Crossed me."

"I had told you to give up. Expressively told you NOT to touch Yoongi, but you still did? And then you have the audacity to think that I will let it all go and simply hand you over to the legal authorities?"

Anya laughed at that. Laughed menacingly at the sheer incredulity of him.

Her laugh triggered goosebumps over his body, making him whimper in fear, "Please" he said pathetically.

Anya turned around to get to her seat. She gently nudged at Jungkook with her hand to shift, to allow her through. Jungkook blinked and shifted immediately. Thanking him by petting his head softly, she resumed her seat.

Looking at the man before her she then spoke, breaking him into pieces with her words.

"Park Ji-young. Part owner of the Oceana group of Seven and Five star hotels with your brother. Does he know the 4.9Million USD embezzlement you have done from the Seoul chain of hotels? Or is he aware of the 8.9Million USD you have lined up your pocket with after selling off his asset in Singapore and providing a front for it, convincing him to let you handle it? Will brother dearest be happy when he hears it?"

A horrified sound left Ji-young's throat.

"Or have you told your wife about the affair you are having with your sister in law and her sister's daughter? You sure do keep it within the family. But it has its downside too? Does it not? Your wife comes from a family of politicians, in fact, her father is the most prominent in the finance department, frequenting with the presidential group. I don't think he will be amused to find out, not only have you cheated on her younger daughter, but that too with his grand daughter."

Ji-young fell down on his knees.

"Well then there is the line of hotel you are managing, that you do own. Oak Villas right? The chain extending from South Korea to Japan To Malaysia all the way to China. Right? But to fund your little gifts and the expensive habits of hybrids, along with trying to match the spreadsheets for your brother, you sold quite a bit of your shares of the whole chain over the years. Did you know, that I control all of those shares?"

Ji-young was now sitting back on his haunches.

Anya turned to Yoongi, gently taking his arm in her hands, lightly massaging over the area he had been gripped on, while she continued, "The shares were bought from different subsidiaries of ours, hence you never recognised they were bought by only one company. Currently I own exactly 53%. If I so wish, I can choose to sell out. Between your fraud to your brother and my ownership of your chain, you will end up completely penniless."

"Stop. Please please. Stop. I will do anything please. Don't do this to me." Ji-young started begging desperately.

Anya looked at Yoongi's arm and asked very softly "Does it still hurt?"

"No." came the husky reply. A smile threatening to break on his face.

"Liar." She grinned playfully at him.

"Of course then there is your crossing the Triad and smuggling drugs and diamonds in the country via shipment of pythons from Africa, the whole dirty stealing from mafia and another long list which I don't feel like vocalising. You do understand you position, don't you?"

"please, please let me go. I swear I will do everything," he was almost crying.

Snuggling back at her seat, she smiled and said loudly to him. "Slap yourself 4 times hard enough to bruise. If you can, I will listen to your plea."

Without a single hesitation, Ji-young slapped himself hard on his cheek, almost toppling over. Yoongi and Jin jerked beside her, completely taken back. By the time ji-young had completed slapping himself 4 times hard enough that his face was blazing red, a few of the kneeling hybrids started to look at him discreetly.

"Beg to me now. Prettily. And I might not take any actions."

"Please. Please." He snivelled and cried but was interrupted.

"Is this how one begs? Have you never made any hybrid beg? Do it properly if you want to sway me."

Some hybrids openly looked at him now, but not even registering their gaze, he went down on all his fours, resembling an animal and kept kissing the ground while begging her. "Pleaase. Please." He kept crying.

Hoseok looked at the sight. Not believing his eyes. One of the most cruel and influential owners was in the same position as the rest of the hybrids in the room, begging his Master. Him doing so without any collar. There was no distinction between him and the hybrids at all. His Master made the human beg while she was patient and loving with them.

"Fine, I will give you a chance Ji-young. You are beginning to irritate me now." Anya said.

She bent forward to lightly start rubbing Jungkook's hair again. The Panther instantly tilted his head towards her. She gently rubbed his ears, careful not to hurt him.

"I give you 15 minutes Ji-young. Same time as the 2nd step. Break all your fingers of one hand, your hand and then break your nose. By yourself. If you can do so within 15 minutes, I wont take a single action against you. Nor will I disclose you mistake to the mafia, otherwise I believe your body parts will be sold separately as your punishment by them."

Ji-young let out a horrified sound while all the spectators felt cold in fright.

Anya however continued, "You may choose any instruments from the north wall to aid you. See? Am I not generous?"

She concentrated on the affectionate touches on her Panther hybrid, apologising via action at the regret of not ever marking him as he so clearly desired. But when she saw Ji-young still kneeling in his place, she prompted him calmly.. "Tick- tok. Its either this or your body in small pieces by the mafia in the future. I do have many..... friendships there."

That got him moving, almost scrambling in his haste to reach the North wall. The officers had long since silently gone back behind the curtains while the onlookers sat still in fear. They were shaking slightly at the proceedings.

She casually turned to Jimin and motioned for him to come close. When he did, she whispered in his ears, "The best way to incite fear is not to go to the extreme, but to play with them while hinting at it and your capability of taking someone to that level. Remember this." She sat back

Jimin's forehead wrinkled at that but both of their attention was snapped by Ji-young returning running with a hammer clutched to his hand.

Wildly looking at the clock, he gripped the hammer tightly in his right hand. He kept sobbing while kneeling down. Few ladies openly cried at his plight too.

Where was that sympathy when worse happened to the hybrids? Where the fuck was that sympathy when you yourself inflicted worse on them??

That man had done god knows what with her Jaguar. She wasn't even returning one-fourth of his brutality. But it sure did feel nice seeing him doing so himself. In front of all her hybrids. And the ones in the room too, who were now openly looking at him.

"I am growing tired of you." Anya drawled.

Hearing her, and sobbing pitifully, Ji-young lifted up the hammer and brought it down heavily on his hand. A loud shrill shout accompanied it. He had surely fractured his hand.

By the time 14 minutes were up, the hammer had been lifted and brought down 5 more times, the blows visibly breaking his fingers. The whole hand swelling grotesquely.

"One minute left." Anya reminded in a bored tone.

Tears and snot running down his face which was starting to bruise a little, he looked blindly at the clock and then her completely unsympathetic face.

Giving a huge keening cry, which seemed to echo throughout the room, he violently threw his face to the ground with a huge force. The crunch of the bone could faintly be heard a second before his body flattened on the ground, wailing loudly in pain.

"Good boy." Anya mocked. "Now get out of my sight. Send me the x-rays confirming the fractures and I will keep my word. Stand the fuck up!" she shouted the last part loudly making even her hybrids jump.

Ji-young tried scrambling to his feet, slipping and falling on his blood twice. Face a mess with blood, tears, snot and a miserable expression, he bowed at her.

"Will you repeat your mistake and look at my hybrids again?" she asked in a low voice.

"No. no. no. no. no. never." He said frantically shaking his head from side to side.

"Thank me for the evening, then get the fuck out."

"Thank you so much for the evening." Saying so, he turned and left the hall.

Anya picked up the now cold tea, but still took a sip.

Earl Grey. What a waste.

The silence reigned throughout the room, stretching on to a couple of minutes. No one talked. No one wanted to. But she still could not leave. Her plan, was not over yet. People were properly afraid of her. She also wanted them to be afraid of her hybrids.

Thankfully, Park stuttered through, "if yo-you do-don-don't want to d-d-do the ce-cere-cer-cermony its fine. But unfor-for-fortu-fortunately, the 2nd step is re-req-required. That and the last step,"

Anya nodded and waited,

There was one among these idiots in the room who was not completely afraid of her. She had made sure of that. This was the reason she had showered him in compliments, letting him think he had seduced her with what he had done, letting him slobber over her hand while she had moaned.

She had given him an antidote against his fear of her in the form lifting up his ego. And the reason of her being impressed, would go perfectly with this scenario,

"Let me help you with that, I'll do the second step for you. You know how I am with hybrids." Came the unbelievably cocky voice in the silent room as the people swivelled to look at the owner of such attitude.

Jimin looked at Soonan, confidently getting up from his seat at the far end, to stride towards him.

All the little incidents clicked in his mind. Especially the way his Master kept hinting at him to remember things since the dinner.

She was right. This was going to be fun.

"Moves and countermoves?" He murmured to her.

She smiled slowly, flirtatiously, and confirmed, delighted that Jimin could grasp it so easily, "Moves and countermoves."

As Soonan came to stand before her, a confident grin on his face while he struck a cool pose he said, "You know you will love it babe. I'll do him just as I did my hybrid. I will make you moan with what I will do to him. You know how I can dominate any hybrid, you said so yourself. Then we can go on the promised date."

"Oh you certainly can do that," she said seductively, all the while discreetly nudging Namjoon to sit a little to the side, making space.

Namjoon, quick on the grasp, got the hint, and shifted Taehyung to the side more and created a space in front of her directly.

Still looking at Soonan, she gently lifted Jimin's hand, guiding him from the chair, to sit between her legs, in the vacated spot on the floor.

"Will you use Jimin then?" she asked Soonan innocently.

Soonan stopped a beat as he was taken aback by her choice of hybrid. The snake hybrid.

Anya bent down and enveloped Jimin in a backhug, both of her hands going down to his side and then encircling at his stomach. Snuggling him towards her, she softly and sensuously touched his face while asking Soonan,

"Is he not beautiful? So very ethereal?"

Soonan looked at the snake hybrid, who looked back at him with innocent big eyes, a slight pout on those adorable plump lips, expression openly curious.

Anya snuggled him more, softly kissing his cheeks, lingering there.

"He is so very obedient and good. He loves cuddling up to me. Don't you Jimin?"

Displaying a happy smile, which turned his eyes in a crescent and his face in an angelically innocent picture he eagerly replied "Yes Master!"

Jimin cuddled back more in her embrace, turning his head to meet her eyes and smile up warmly at her. Looking completely like a Puppykitty.

His expression, his answer, the way he cuddled back made all who saw him smile. Smile and want him. They could not understand why they had never paid attention to him.

He was beautiful.

Without a doubt other worldly.

He shone in the room, his beauty verging on being ethereal. His eyes did not intimidate them. His existence making people question their sanity. His face one of those that could make anyone sin. His voice pleasantly deep to make their core quiver. With a lean agile body, he was easily one of the most beautiful hybrids to exist.

He was delicious. Breaking him would be an honour. How had they missed him?

"Yes sure, I'll try him. He seems very docile." Soonan looked at Jimin.

"He is very docile, hardly ever do I need to repeat myself with him, right Jimin."

A beatific smile again "Never Master."

Anya leaned down to kiss his cheeks again "Such a good hybrid." Straightening she looked at Soonan "Will you use him?" she chose her words deliberately.

"Oh yes babe. I will. What do I test?"

"My Jimin is good in anything, so do whatever you want with him." Came the reply.

"Just to confirm though, officers?" Anya called out.

Hyung-sik walked out to her. "Did I miss any more intricacies in the 2nd step?" she asked innocently, knowing fully well that she had.

While everyone's attention fixed on what Hyung-sik would say next, she tapped on Jimin's stomach, motioning towards Hyung-sik and whispered in a low voice "Listen."

"Yes" Hyung-sik said "the owner or anyone else cannot interrupt for at least 10 minutes of the given time for the second step. The tester is free to do anything he wants within the boundary specified."

"Aah, okay, that should not be a problem because I told him he could do whatever he wanted." Anya said quickly to take attention away from the first part of the statement.

"Cool, come here slave." Soonan commanded to Jimin.

Smiling and giving him one last kiss, she urged him forward. "Do me proud." She said. The meaning very different to the one perceived by Soonan and the rest.

Jimin however winked at her.

He remembered she had said that he would understand. In the dinner. And he did. She had also told him to have fun.

Oh this was going to be so much fun for him.

Though he kept in mind about what Master had said about not going in extreme, but hinting at it, to incite fear. That part clicked too.

God his Master was brilliant!

"Kneel down by my feet slave." The foolish human commanded him. Jimin played along and sat down.

Soonan reached down to roughly pat his head "You are a pretty one. Let me mess up your face first. After that I will beat you with a rod, take it. Then you will suck me to make me hard enough to fuck you. Your test will be to not make single sound throughout the allotted 15 minutes."

Not to make a sound for 15 minutes? That was easy. He could easily make his Master proud. He would make her so proud of her that he would ask for a reward of those head rubs she did to Kook. Those looked awfully tempting, he thought happily.

"Such a cute hybrid." Soonan said before he lifted his arm to bring it down for the purpose of slapping him hard.

But as the hand neared his face, Jimin caught him by his wrist in a bone crushing grip.

His expression changed completely. His lips flattened out and his eyes became cold. Unblinking, and unnerving in its intensity, he stared at him in a calculative gaze as he twisted his wrist more.

"What the fuck! Let go you freak!!" Soonan shouted. At him.

Tilting his head to a side, his hooded eyes stared back resembling a monster looking at his prey. He twisted his wrist violently in a semi circle then released it as he got up from his knees while Soonan cried out clutching his arm.

Angrily, Soonan lifted the rod and attempted to beat him, but Jimin moved lithely to the side and blocked his movement. His dark gaze constant on his face, he pulled the rod out of hands and gripped his neck firmly in his hand.

His form straight, aura intimidating, serious in his intent to hurt the human, Jimin, at that instant, resembled a fabled monsters people were afraid of.

He squeezed his neck roughly, making Soonan reach up to try and get himself free. His face started turning red while his veins visibly bulged. But Jimin's grip on his neck never faltered.

Soonan wildly started kicking his feet but Jimin coldly brought his own foot down on his flailing legs. Hard. Dislocating one knee all the while his hooded dark stare remained constant on Soonan's face. Watching his pain, seeing his tears.

The people seated around got up, but none of them dared to protest.

Seeing as the owner of the snake hybrid was seated calmly, watching the show while occasionally talking to the other snake hybrid, who was seated with his legs crossed at his knees, smiling, they did not want to incite her wrath on them.

While some were morbidly fascinated at the strength of the snake hybrid. The way he moved. The cold way he tracked Soonan, the way his monstrous eyes kept a lock on Soonan. The way he played with him almost seemed like a predator toying with his food for amusement.

Also, this was legal. No one could interfere for 10 minutes. So what was the point in trying. The legal authorities never even contemplating that a hybrid would attack, left that loophole in.

Park however was praying. Praying that this wild hybrid, now set free could be calmed down by Anya.

Some small capillaries burst in Soonan's eyes. He was gasping for breath looking at the cold hybrid's face. He thought Death had the same face as the one before him.

Abruptly, Jimin let the man go, as he crashed to the ground heavily, gasping for breath, coughing fiercely trying to get air in his starved lungs while crying out due to his knees. He banged his knees on the side to get it into place but felt something pinch in him.

Calming down a little he looked up to watch Jimin circling him, walking back and forth in a circle with a undulating gait while those eerie cold eyes remain fixed on him.

A forceful chill of fear racked his body as he saw Jimin, tilting his head from side to side to adjust him in his vison. Just like a snake. Like a deadly, lethal snake.

Fearing for his life, with adrenaline turning his body into flight or fight mode, he grabbed the rod lying nearby and got up quickly to swing it in his direction frenetically, hoping to strike it on his head.

Jimin came at him equally suddenly, grabbing hold of his hand having the rod and the pulling him with it. He slithered around him to position himself at his back.

Jimin jerked the rod out of hands again, tore up his shirt from the upper half of his neck and then mercilessly sank his fangs in his shoulders. Injecting his venom while he tasted his hot blood in his mouth.

Soonan let out a bloodcurdling shout of pain, but could do nothing as the taste of the blood created a frenzy in Jimin, who sucked a little at it, feeling the warmth going in his cold body.

The people in the room panicked and let out shouts.

Seeing a snake hybrid openly hunting down a human cased a hysteria in the room of everyone. Some started running towards the door, banging on it to be let out.

Park went white with fear, knowing, there was no way a snake hybrid could be brought down from his blood frenzy. They were all going to be doomed.

"Jimin" came an exasperated chiding voice among the worked up crowd. Some people going still to watch the interaction.

Anya had gotten up from her seat to go to the centre with a piece of cloth folded in her hands. It was the cushion cover.

"Jimin..." she said again, smile heard in her voice as she gently chided the wild Hybrid holding Soonan in a chokehold while drinking his blood ".....you got your hoodie dirty. And I told you we only have one here with us."

On hearing his Master's sweet melodic voice calling his name, Jimin immediately let go oh Soonan as he turned to her.

Silver eyes with vertical pupils still dilated looked at her, his lips teeth and mouth stained with blood which ran down his face to the hoodie he was wearing.

He bounced up to her, smiling with excitement. "Did I make you proud?" he asked.

Anya shook her head a little, amused at his eagerness, as she tenderly wiped his mouth with the cloth "Very proud. But look at the hoodie."

Jimin looked down and dimmed a little. "Oh"

"Don't worry, we will find another" she said as she cleaned his face up completely.

Then she looked at Soonan, moaning on the floor.

"He tasted bad. Its good thing I don't react immediately to something unpleasant or the sight would be.... Not that great." Jimin said, standing closely beside her, almost touching her body, as he looked down on Soonan.

"Will he live?" Anya asked thoughtfully.

Jimin snorted. "My fangs are thin. The most he will have is a torn shoulder muscle and burning sensation in his body for half an hour." He bent his neck to touch his nose to her exposed neck, scenting her lightly, rubbing his nose back and forth "You told me not to go to extreme Master. I'll always follow you instructions well." He murmured against her skin.

"Then did you have fun?" she whispered back at him.

Jimin straightened up and gave her a playful smile. "I did have fun!"

Smiling widely at his tone, Anya then turned around to crouch next to Soonan, "I believe you to be the same Soonan who was selling hard drugs four months ago on the cruise Calypso, who ran and was not caught?"

Soonan could only moan in pain at that.

"Did you really believe you would not be caught?" Soonan moaned some more.

Chuckling lightly, she straightened up.

The spectators were all amazed. The deadly snake turned into a Puppy for her again. A hybrid that was a predator, a wild one at that, who got into a blood frenzy, hung onto every word his Master said.

His personality changed to a 180 degree according to the people he liked.

One thing was clear, The hybrid was too dangerous to be around, if one wasn't his Master. And if he was this beastly then what were the rest like when provoked? Hybrids such as these ought to be put down, but no one would touch Kim Anya.

The girl in question turned to the rest, "My hybrid's task was to maintain his silence for 15 minutes. But the tester could only remain conscious for 14 minutes. Still, Jimin remained silent for the duration. Do you all acknowledge the second step to be completed?"

"Yes!" came the instantaneous reply.

"Excellent" she smiled brightly.

"Mr. Park, the documents please. And oh, Mrs. Han, would you please co sign as witness with Mr. Park?" she asked in a innocent voice.

The lady in question jerked in her seat "Of co-course my dear. It would be an honour."

Anya motioned for all her hybrids to join her in the centre, her Guards coming with them, while Park and Mrs. Hand signed the documents. Placing her own signature on the paper, she gave it to Ye Jun, winking at her. Ye Jun let out an exasperated breath at her antics tonight, but still smiled faintly.

"Perfect. Would you all mind if I excuse myself and my hybrids for the evening? I want to have a drink right now and not be bored in here."

"No, No absolutely. These ceremonies can be really boring, we understand that. Please go ahead and enjoy yourself. You will not be disturbed. Please reach out if you or your hybrids would need something." Park said immediately on everyone's behalf.

Hearing the part of him acknowledging her hybrids too, Hobi let out a genuine laugh, highly amused by what had happened in the evening.

Hearing him, a lot of people flinched back in fear, quickly averting their gazes.

That's new. Instead of commanding the hybrid to lower their gazes, they themselves looked away.

Hobi chuckled lowly, as a wide berth was made, people looking at all of them, not just his Master, but all of them warily, as they exited the ceremonial hall.

His Master, was truly amazing. He at last understood why she was so very feared in the society. All the hybrids were made aware of it.

Fear, was needed to command respect. And his Master, had both.

She protected them, Hobi thought.

Just as she had promised she would.

If nothing else, the evening resulted in something good. Her hybrids now held their heads up high, save Jungkook, and walked out of the room, unafraid of anyone else.

Their Master was a kind, lovable, happy and sympathetic person, but the bright side of her created her deadly shadow too.

That shadow was the side of her that nobody wanted to cross. Merciless and ruthless in its nature, that shadow could make everyone obey her like a slave without needing to have any conditioning done.

That shadow could make anyone become her puppet, following her every word.

But that same shadow, was a comfort to them. It was soft and warm, wrapping around them protectively. Coaxing them to relax and let go of any fear. Like a velvet.

To them, she was a Velvet Shadow.

A/N : 13.3k words! Wow. This took some effort to write but I really hope that you all enjoyed it. This was a very important part for the hybrids to experience, to feel safe and start exploring their own nature and to place their trust on Anya.

The boys are getting in touch with their predatory nature. Jimin and Hobi getting there first.

When they will reach home, is when the next juicy parts will start. But a day is still left. They will leave early in the fourth day. Don't worry, nothing dark will happen again.

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