Anya POV :

"Anya-shii!" I saw Mr. Park calling to me as we entered a beautiful hall with circular tables surrounded by chairs. The ceiling was glittering with drop lights while the décor was in dark gray. It was a modern and classy room.

The one thing that I had to admit to myself was no matter what, Park had actually set up the event in a manner that did live up to the name. Then again, it could just have been a decorator he hired, I thought with a shrug. I looked ahead to see him hurrying to me, part excited, part lusty. This Toad was never capable of such refine taste, I thought with faint disgust.

As soon as he reached me, he gave me a smarmy smile which I think he thought was charming. Fighting of a shiver of distaste, I raised my brows at him questioningly.

"All my best customers are seated in the front Anya-shii, please let me guide you to the table closest to the stage." He said raising his hand palm front, expecting me to put my hand in his.

Ugh this man smelling of coconut I thought but before I could say anything, my bodyguard spoke up "We are here to escort her to the seat. Please lead the way."

I hid a smile at that. It was safe to say that Jackson did not like the man at all.

Park's smile slipped a little but he quickly made up for it and guided us to the table closest to the stage. He saw me seated and then went away. I turned and winked at Jackson, who had taken his position behind my chair along with my other bodyguard. He saw my wink and winked back at me as I turned ahead. I knew I was safe here, as long as I had them with me.

As soon as I was seated I looked around at my companions. Great. I got Cruella and group with me. The more I looked at them the more insane they seemed to look like.

"Anya! It's a good thing you are with us dear. We can advice you to look out for which hybrids seeing that this is your first time. Especially on which ones perform the best in bed." Mrs. Han said with a smile.

What was disturbing was that I could feel she was actually genuine about it. Did I look like her brand of crazy to the others for her to assume this about me?

"I will look out for your advice" I said to the older woman. To her right, Seojin did not give me much attention. But I saw another face sitting with Seojin that made me pause.

Jennifer. The daddy's princess. Her dad was actually one of the few genuine and good people in our trade, owning the diamond trade. But her daughter....

Rich since birth without a mother, she was someone I kept a look out for. She was my age and wanted to bag my brother. Something about her eyes always seemed psychotic to me.

Right now she was eagerly looking at me and smiling in the hope of bonding so that she could get closer to my brother.

I scoffed internally, Dream on princess.

Nodding to her once more, I saw the 3 gentlemen I had previously met also seated at our table.

The waiters came with our food and yes, just like the décor and the event so far, it was sublime. We made small talk during the dinner, with basically all fawning and agreeing to anything I was saying, which was quite a little. I wanted to know more about them.

It was during these talks when it steered to the upcoming hybrids that everyone talked about their preferences. Quite a few names came to.

Yoongi.

Seokjin.

Sana.

Hwasa.

Taehyung.

Sehun.

These were the ones in high demand. These were also the ones that would be auctioned only in the monthly basis.

It made sense, I thought. With the business front failing, maintaining new hybrids while traing them every 4 years would result in little profit. Which is why he kept the most in demand hybrids and charged them on a monthly basis. This way, he always remained above shore monetarily.

It also meant these were perhaps the best ones.

Did not matter to me, I thought with a shrug.

I just wanted the hybrids that weren't completely broken. I wanted them to at least not be complete slaves. What or who I wanted was still vague to me because I never paused enough time to think it through but whatever the situation, I knew I wanted companions. Hybrids who would actually not remain slaves.

I planned my hybrids to be different from the rest. Very very different. I was someone of high power and constant focus. I was someone people envied and were afraid of as well. I loved being a girl in this world where a woman in such stature was unheard of. I liked that it was not expected from the society, how I was an anomaly to their expectations but they could do nothing but bow down to it. And that is how I wanted my hybrids to be to.

I wanted them to be powerful and feared too.

I had suddenly gotten this dream while in the car on my way here, I realized.

With the way they are usually treated, I wanted to find hybrids who would break free from the mold.

I . Did. Not. Want. Slaves.

For me to achieve that, I needed to select hybrids who were not broken.

But these names, the ones rented out, must be completely broken. It sounded heartless but after being used in this manner repeatedly by these depraved people, I don't think they would even remember what they are. Apex predator. Dangerous.

So I decided to monitor them closely. Just so I could avoid them.

I knew that purchasing them for life would not be a problem for me. To get the honour of saying I got my hybrids from his auction, Mr. Park would probably allow me to buy from the 15. Hell he would let me buy them all. The publicity alone was guaranteed to make him famous enough that many more rich patrons would come knocking on his door.

The lights dimmed as our plates were swiftly cleared away by the waiters and I realized that I had zoned off.

For the first time since this whole debacle started, since Ye Jun came to me to ask for my help, for the first time, I felt the stirrings of excitement in my belly.

I was after all going to go home with 5 or more companions. People who would stay with me throughout my life. And I was about to meet them.

"Its exciting is it not? To see them and the ones you will take as slaves?" Jennifer said to me suddenly probably by noticing my smile.

I mentally slapped myself. I should not have let the mask slip. And I doubted that girl felt the way I did. Well maybe she did, but in a twisted manner. Her and I were not the same.

"It is." Is all I replied.

The lights dimmed out completely while the stage was illuminated. Mr. Park walked out in the middle.

This was it. This was the auction I thought as my heartbeat increased.

"Welcome all to the Royale House auction"

Royale house auction? Seriously? He could not get a more cliché name than that? Could not even take two seconds to actually come up with a worthy name? this sounded like a Porn movie auction theme. I thought.

"This is the third year of this auction and I am proud to say the collection so far is the best one I have accumulated. This is the only legally sanctioned auction for pleasure slaves in Asia and needless to say I take pride in delivering the quality." He continued.

Something in me actually relaxed knowing that this atrocity was at least limited to only this auction. No matter what fancy word was used, this was a business of sex slaves and nothing else.

"For the count of all the 30 guests assembled here, adequate hybrids are present for your desires, so do not fret on the availability. As loyal patrons you already know that our hybrids are exotic predators but are completely controlled, docile and obedient. They can be anything you want them to be, and can fulfil any desires you have."

Murmurs of assent could be heard throughout the room.

Mr. Park was visibly pleased at this. He continued on

"I will be explaining the rules of how the event shall proceed."

He paused, cleared his throat. But something in his eyes disturbed me. He was anticipating what he was going to say next, he seemed, animated.

"Tonight is all about your pleasure and nothing else. Tonight, nothing is off limits. Everything is permitted for you to be doing to the available slaves except killing. So I ask you to freely indulge in your desires. Let go of your veneer and test how far our hybrids can take. I invite you all to unleash the needs you have buried inside of you."

The statement brought me up startlingly. The statement was...... Disturbing.

But my sentiments were definitely NOT reflected on the others.

Everyone visibly got thrilled. A tension ran through the dark room. Heavy breaths with mounting lust was heard everywhere. Low moans filling the air.

In my table everyone shifted on their seats, sat up straighter, visibly reached for cold water while there shining eyes were fixed on the host on stage.

Mr. Park continued. "I will begin the procession of the hybrid for your viewing now. Look for the one you would like for yourself. Keep in mind that some will be auctioned only on 3 months contract."

"I shall quote the base price for all hybrids. But please do remember, today NO bids will be taken. Today you can indulge in however many slaves you would want. Test them out, see which ones you would like to keep. The evening shall start at 8pm till midnight only."

Disagreement swept through the room at being given only 4 hours to indulge.

Seriously was 4 hours not enough? What , did everyone take a blue pill already?

"I know the time is less, but it will only make the pleasure more intense I believe." Mr. Park laughed out dismissing their protests. "Now let me tell the rules of the bidding."

This was the part I needed to concentrate on, I thought.

"We shall be taking bids from 7pm tomorrow. The first 3 people approaching us about a particular hybrid will be considered. Make you bid above the basic price given. Out of the first 3 claims for a slave, the highest paying person shall be given the hybrid. So make your highest price and quickly as you can to claim the ones you want."

"You will be informed by midnight tomorrow for the slaves you have won or not. Until then the slaves in question will only be used by the three person who bid for them and no one else can touch them."

"If hybrids are left for claiming, the same thing shall be repeated till the 5th day until all slaves are taken. The slaves left till 4th day will be lowered in price as well."

"As for the slaves that will have registered owners, the masters may keep them in their rooms. But as you know the rule, nobody can leave this mansion till the event is completed, so the owners can mingle with everyone with the slave they will own.

If other patrons would want to do any activities with the owned slaves, they will require the permission of the owners without which they will not touch their slaves. If anyone disobeys this rule, and touches a slave without the permission of the owners, their membership will be revoked and they will be blacklisted while their hybrid taken away from them."

Scoffs throughout the room. Displeasure evident.

"I Know, I Know, this rule is mandatory for our auction to be sanctioned as legal by the authorities." Mr. Park chuckled. "But we all would love to share anyways and no one says no as they would like to see their bought slaves please others too, so this rule is not really a threat for our enjoyment now, is it? Of course the slave not yet claimed will not require any permission to use."

I sat in complete disbelief at the debauchery mentioned. This was beyond sick. How the hell was this all legal? And what of the people wanting this? All in the room were panting with lust, visible shifting and rubbing their thighs together due to being aroused. Physically beating them was one thing.

This was so much more than that. This was mental, emotional, physical and sexual abuse. How could any living being survive this?

One thing was clear to me, as I rigidly controlled my outer expression to not betray my inner tumoil, all of these monsters are never going to be associated with me, my brother, my family or my business. This showed their characters for who and what they really were.

Mr. Park continued on "As the custom, once you have legally purchased your slave, you will be given access to their real collar controller, their trigger word, their instructions and lastly the microchip information shall be transferred."

He then looked towards me but frowned slightly. I knew why. Outwardly he saw my façade. I was still slightly leaning back on my chair with a bored expression on my face compared to the animated expression in the room surrounding me.

Damn I am really a good actor.

"Of course we do have a very special guest with us tonight" Park said beaming in pride. "Welcome Kim Anya. It is truly a pride and an honour to be hosting you, that you chose my humble auction for your first purchase."

The room became silent as soon as my name was heard. Some people were disbelieving that I had actually come while the people who knew me, particularly in my table, smirked with superiority at having a connection to me.

Nice, my name can actually shush out their mounting insane lust for the situation. Huh. Should I be proud of myself at the moment?

"I would like to tell you that no slave or amount is restricted to you. I hope you may open your heart and give us a chance to be friends and select any hybrid you desire." Park concluded.

Now that, was useful to me, I thought.

I inclined my head towards him, still not letting go of my façade.

He again smiled at me. Seriously why did he keep smiling that creepy smile at the drop of a hat? Can he just stop? I thought.

"Excellent, lets begin the procession. Let me start with quoting the basic price. Since this is an international transaction for some of our guests present here, I shall quote the price in USD. All the Bird hybrids will be started at 20 Million, the Bear hybrids at 25 Million, the Canine and the Cat species will be priced at 30 Million and above. The slaves given out in monthly contractual manner are priced by lowering the amount by 5 Million each."

Immediately dissent was present throughout the room. I sat confused. This was overpriced? People spent more on painting and arts these days while paying to abuse a creature for life was somehow over priced for them? I guess comparing the price for getting a lifetime hybrid with getting one for 3 months at the same amount was a little high. I guess it limited the amount of hybrids they could buy to abuse. Good. That's great I thought. Personally I still thought it was cheap price to what they would be subjected to.

Then again, no price could be fixed for they would be subjected to. This should not be happening in the first place.

"I know the prices are a little steep for these worthless half breeds but you will not be able to get such exotic hybrids so perfectly conditioned. In fact no where in the world will you be able to get such flawlessly obedient hybrids and Ladies and Gentlemen, you know that for a fact. Quality does cost." Park said without any compromise in the mic.

Rumbles still went around.

"This is too much, if I get Yoongi, I will not be able to get another Hybrid. My husband would notice this amount gone." Cheon Seojin said in displeasure. Even Mrs Han appeared displeased. "I want Yoongi but I want a slave too. This really is high for just hobby."

Ah, I understood at last. It was not that they would not be able to afford 1 hybrid, but it was the fact that they did not want to spend quite this much on something that they considered worthless. Knowing these rich bored people, they would not be keeping these hybrids as their primary focus either, would be bored in probably a few years and would want another new one. In that respect they would be paying the amount to get a plaything for just a few years.

I ignored them and focused back on stage. The procession was starting it appeared.

"I shall first let you see the one you can bid for to take home forever" Park was saying.

I leaned back completely in my seat preparing myself as I thought about what he said previously. According to him and the population gathered, these would be the most perfectly conditioned hybrids. That meant completely broken in hybrids. Utter slaves. I did not want that. I needed to look for a spark in any of them. No matter male or female. I could not save them all.

Everyone became quiet as the hybrids were ushered on the stage.

Not a single stitch of clothes covered them. They were completely naked save for the heavy collar around their neck. Their ears and tails giving their identity away. Eyes downcast, they entered the stage one after the other with their beautiful selves on display to these perverted and devious humans.

One after the other they came to Park, standing perfectly still with their backs straight as Park crudely fondled their breasts or penis to extoll their virtues. There was no discomfort, no shyness, no anger, no embarrassment, no pain. No emotions at all in their body language.

It was heartbreaking.

I tuned out all the lust and the comparison, the electrified conversation around me.

Watching them one by one come on stage, I started becoming numb.

At this point they were nothing more than puppets.

Heart heavy at this situation, I simply closed my eyes. this was a mistake. I thought. There was no way that I could take any one of them home with me.

The procession ended soon afterwards after introducing 40 or so hybrids.

Jackson suddenly put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed a bit. He knew he hated this too. Somehow he was comforting me in the only way he could in this situation. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again. Reaching up I gave his hand a small squeeze back to let him know I was okay. For now.

"Did you like any?" Jennifer asked me excitedly. I looked over to the girl practically vibrating in her seat, she was that hyper. i simply shook my head.

"Oh no problem, try them out or see them in action in the evening and maybe you'll find one" she said trying to cheer me up

Yeah. That's not likely to happen.

I just raised my brows and directed a mocking smile her way. I belatedly noticed the crowd quieting down again. Seonjin and Han leaned forward too.

"Now for our 15 hybrids to be given in a monthly basis. The best of them all."

Ah, that explains it.

I was intrigued to see Yoongi and Seokjin. Too many times their names were mentioned this evening. But after what I witnessed I thought it would just be because of their equipment size. The hybrids here were too much indoctrinated as slaves to be anything less.

The procession started.

The hybrids coming out now were more than beyond beautiful. They were much more otherworldly than the ones before.

One by one they came out as called. Each with their eyes downcast posture straight.

Hwasa

Sana

Eunwoo

Jihoon

Maria

Lily

Mark

Jungkook

Namjoon

Taehyung

Yoongi.

Few faces caused a strange feeling as i saw them, like a strange sense of.... something. An unknown something...

But when Yoongi came out....

I startled when he walked to the stage. Although his posture was the same, his eyes downcast, his gait was relaxed. Unhurried. Not rigid. There was an aura of leashed wildness around him. His ears and tail suggested him to be either a black panther or a jaguar. Startling dark hair contrasting with pale body on a lithe muscular build, he was spectacular. For the first time in this evening I got the sense that the people on the stage were predators.

He.... Intrigued me....

Deeply.

More than that, i felt a peculiar draw.

I decided to keep a look out for him tonight as he turned to leave the stage. He gave me some hope at least.

"Next, Eagle hybrid Seokjin."

The next hybrid walked in and I almost gasped out loud. I had a hard time keeping my outward bored expression. My heartbeat increased and I fought to keep it under control.

Seokjin was... Majestic. He was magnificent. So much so that I forgot to see if he was conditioned or not. He made me forget that what was happening here was a filthy mess.

Tall with a lean, muscular body, he walked in a similar manner as Yoongi. He walked fluidly, seductively. His eyes downcast, his aura gave off a dangerous vibe. Every muscle in his body was taut. Even though he stood obediently in front of Park, it was evident that he was highly alert of everything going on in his surroundings.

It was clear to see why he was kept and rented on a monthly basis. He was a kind of hybrid who would make you itch to possess him, even if for a few measly months. But what was surprising was, his own lack of knowledge about his own nature. I suspected he himself was unaware of the power he possessed. Park was talking on, but he had a finger on the collar controller, unconsciously afraid of Seokjin. He had done the same with Yoongi. But Seokjin remained oblivious to it.

Hmmm... now wasn't that facinating...

As I kept looking at him suddenly Seokjin tensed a little and lifted his head to look at me directly.

His eyes clashed with mine abruptly. So sudden and unexpected was the contact that my heart stopped beating at that time only to race in my chest right after. His dark eyes held mine. His filled with curiosity and maybe wonder?

The moment stretched out while I tuned out the rest of the world. Although in reality it was perhaps, only a few seconds.

Seconds that mesmerised me in a somewhat nostalgic manner.....

While that same whisper of happiness that i had felt earlier, surfaced.

So intently I was staring that I saw him tighten in pain first before his body doubled over in pain as he grunted. Park had activated his collar.

I processed that information quickly and dug my nails in my thighs in order to not react as he was lifted from the stage by two people and taken out.

"I apologise profusely for the disrespect Anya-shii. This is one of the reason why he is not included in the list of hybrids included to be sold for life." Mr. Park desperately said. I looked over to the man understanding that he was indeed extremely panicked at the thought of having offended me.

I was still trying to swallow the implications of Seokjin's gaze so I simply lifted my hand to make a dismissive gesture, making him understand that I was not offended and for him to carry on.

He seemed relieved immediately and apologized again.

"That is strange. He never behaves like that." One of the men at my table murmured and the rest agreed.

"Maybe its approaching time to make him go though a more intense session to make him understand his place." Seojin murmured.

Laughter rang throughout the table. "I would love to give him that session." Another man said in a thick voice. I paid no attention to them.

The last of three hybrids were brought on stage but that caused me to sit back once more. This time however, with a little fear.

These three hybrids had manacles on their hands and ankles along with their collars. They were bound together in chains and had their eyes in a black blindfold while their mouths were gagged.. One of the guards escorted them on the stage where they came to a stop and were asked to face us. They had no ears or tail.

No. but what they had were shiny scales on the very edge of their face mostly hidden by the hair but visible on their neck and a smattering of other places.

These 3 hybrids, 2 males and 1 female were hybrids who were now extinct in the society.

They were one of the 3 species who could never be conditioned at all.

They were one of the most dangerous species which was now discontinued.

They were snake hybrids.

Surprisingly, they were not introduced. Simply brought on the stage, shown and then sent away. When my brain started working again, I understood what this could potentially mean.

They must be hybrids included in the hidden auction.

Before I could formulate any thoughts, the lights came back on in the room and the tension visibly lowered.

"That was the end of the procession. Guests will now be shown to their respective rooms which are assigned to them for the duration of their stay. There will be a break for half an hour during which time you all can get refreshed to meet again at 8 o clock for the fun to begin."

I stood up in the next instant on wobbly legs. I wanted to get away from these people for a while. Seokjin and Yoongi still in my head. As soon as I stood up, Jackson and Peter moved to flank me. the speed with which they moved told me even they wanted to get away from here.

I did not give anyone any more glance or niceties as I started to make my way towards the door, sure in the knowledge that Mr. Park would be waiting for me there. And lo behold, right I was. There he stood, waiting to escort me to my room.

He wordlesslessly guided us forward to the foyer, and together climbed the stairs to the first floor then turned towards the west wing. We continued forward for quite sometime before reaching a door guarded by 2 of my other bodyguards.

He opened the door and invited me in the room.

"This was a royal room, made for the vacation of a princess. No other room is better suited for you as this one." He said.

I entered the room. Yes. I could see this was meant for a royal. It was big and decorated in golden and beige. A little too ostentatious for me though.

After what I had witnessed in the dinning hall and what I expected was in store for me, I was in no mood to be charming to him. I was actually in a downright foul mood.

"It will do." I replied curtly, moving forward, further inside the room.

Park hesitated just inside the room, not understanding the reason for my shortness. He cocked his head at me and came to a realization.

I could bet my entire fortune away that the doofus came to a wrong conclusion.

He came forward towards me and said. "I hope you know Anya that when I say no slave is off limits to you, I meant it. You can even select from the 15 slaves I have. You are my special guest, nothing here is off limits to you. You do not even have to go through any bidding procedure. If you tell me by tomorrow evening which all slaves you want, then irrespective of any other bidders, I shall give them to you."

See? I knew he would misunderstand.

But still. This misunderstanding did give me good results. I was inclining and intrigued by 2 hybrids who were not only in the list of the 15 hybrids but also quite in demand. This favor was, indeed, to my advantage.

I smiled slowly while turning around in a manner which exposed my leg up to my thighs and bent my head to the side as it exposed my neck and shoulders, deepening my clevage. "Thank you so much Mr. Park." I said in a low and husky voice.

It had the visible effect on him that I wanted. He dripped on with lust while his eyes glued on to my clevage. I saw Peter and Jackson suppress a smile behind Mr. Park as they could easily see through my act.

Huh, at least someone saw this situation as amusing. I thought as I glared at them. They got their poker face on immediately while I went back to the seductive expression before Mr. Park could notice.

Fat chance of that happening. The pig was still drooling over my not see able breasts. What is with this idiot? Show the man a hint of boobs and their minds turn to mush. If there was any mind in him to begin with, that is.

"Ahem."

He snapped out of his revere and stuttered over, moving forward in haste to make me forget his staring, when his foot caught on the carpet and he fell down hard on his face.

Wow. This man commands such a network of hybrid auction? This overgrown puffed up clown?

I had a headache coming as I looked upwards, for god knows what. Divine intervention perhaps?

I controlled hard not to sigh when the guy in attempts of getting up got tangled and fell down again.

What the fuck did I do to deserve this ass of a man as the organizer I had to maintain my patience with??

Jackson was by now silently laughing, doubled over and red in his face in order to not make a sound, while Peter was trying hard not to snort out. He came forward to rescue the flailing man from going down again due to his clumsiness.

As soon as he stood up straight, he practically yelled out. "I'll let you rest up now." And quickly got out of the room.

I dropped my act at the sound of closing doors while Jackson and Peter could not hold it any more and burst out laughing.

"Take your annoying asses to your own rooms will you?" I said in an exasperated manner. They knew I needed a little time to myself. Without any words, they exited the room, still laughing, to go to the room adjacent to mine.

At last alone, I flopped back on the bed. Lying down on my back staring straight ahead at the canopy, I let my mind wander back to Seokjin.

His staring me in the eyes and the emotions present in his signified something. Something that had me hoping. Something that had me excited.

Him, along with Yoongi, I suspected, had an unstable or broken conditioning.

A/N : this chapter is a bit long but it had to that way. I hope I could make you all feel the auction.

The coming chapter will have dark and triggering scenes about which I have already warned about in the starting of the book. It will happen only once in the book, that is in the next chapter.

Reminding all again this is a fiction.

Proceed only if you are above 16 at least.