Anya POV :

I took a nap after setting an alarm. I had previously already informed my guards in case the over enthusiastic host came to fetch me himself. After what I knew would happen, I wanted to spend as little time as possible in the rooms with those people.

I had a pretty good idea what I would see. I still lay on my pillow, trying to gather my willpower. It was true that I myself did not need to do anything to help in the mission, but I needed to keep all the attention centered on me. In a good way. That meant pretending to be okay with all the activities taking place.

Already I knew I was succeeding. People here seemed... over eager to show me their brutal side.

God knows why they think I would be impressed by it.

All my business dealings were always fair. I had broken at least 3 contracts with known business sharks over the issue of their treatment to my staff. Their ILL treatment of them to be exact.

So what the fuck gave them the idea that boasting or showing their twisted, vulgar lust and inhumanity would win them brownie points with me?

Did they think I was Lilith?

Giving myself a shake at the utter uselessness at the direction my thoughts were taking, I finally rose myself up. Checking my cellphone I saw it was already 8:30 pm.

Oh bother. I was only half an hour late? Nopes.

I decided to take a shower and then dress to kill more time. By the time I was done, it was only 9.

Sighing I checked myself in the mirror. Not wanting to put much effort, I had donned a white satin dress with my hair flowing softly till my waist. A swipe of my nude lipstick and I was done.

I walked to my doors and prepared myself for the vision that I would see downstairs.

Even though I was a virgin, my knowledge of sex extended beyond the scope of normal people. Sex was the most common denominator of any situation. May it be desire, manipulation, jealousy, acquisition or drive, its place in the business world was surprisingly plenty. Me being a young girl I was when I had started out, was a target to plenty such situation.

Thankfully I had avoided them all. Because I did believe in one statement. Knowledge is power.

I had quickly versed myself on it. What was the usual desire, how bad could someone's needs get, how ugly the situations could turn into. So I had a pretty good idea of what to expect.

I knew what was going on. But I would be seeing that depravity for the first time.

With a gentle flick of my wrist on the handle, I unlocked the door. As I stepped outside, Jackson and Peter flanked me without words. No teasing about how I looked, no telling me any updates on our host. It could only mean they had already seen what was going on.

Seen it and hated it.

I trudged forward on my heels going up to the stairs. I climbed down carefully, noticing a man and a woman lingering with a drink in their hands, casually chatting with each other. As I reached the end of the stairs my attention went to the bar set up just beside the entrance to a room.

Going straight to the bar I ordered a glass of wine. Keeping that glass in my hand and taking a sip, I finally turned to go in the ballroom.

The room was large, with a huge chandelier in the middle and no furniture in the middle, the sofas were in the end of the room. I was proud of myself for noticing these facts. Quite proud. Because the room though devoid of furniture, was completely occupied by people. Hybrids included.

Another thing I was quite proud of, was that I had not dropped my wine glass in horror, rather I had gripped it tightly to the point I was mildly surprised it had not broken.

The sight before me was truly horrifying.

Before me, right in the middle of the room were 8 writhing bodies. In the center was a female and a male. Hybrids. 3 men were currently violating the female hybrid while 3 other dedicated their attention on the male. The female hybrid was bent by the waist while she was being violently fucked by 2 men, one lying beneath her while the other stood behind her clutching her hair in a vicious grip and pulling it back. The third guy was obviously spent but was slapping the girl hard from the front. The male hybrid was also being bent and fucked violently by two men, both of them moving together at his back while the third man frantically pushed his length in his mouth having a tight grip on his hair and ears.

This scenario was not horrifying to me. No. I knew orgies were something that happened in the world. The group sex was not horrifying.

What was absolutely frightening was the eyes of the hybrids. They were completely blank. Without a single ounce of emotion. No pain, nothing. It was as if they were lifeless. Without any soul. Just bodies being bent and manipulated in any position to do with as anyone pleased.

"Oh god" I heard Peter say. I quickly shook my head at him. As my bodyguards, they also had to act unaffected by it all. I moved further in the room right to the back where the couches were. As soon as I sat down I gulped the entire contents of the glass. The burn of the alcohol and the warmth left behind felt good. But I could not get drunk.

A commotion drew my eyes to the door. Seojin was pulling a hybrid by his hair to where I was siting followed by another man. All three of them were naked. They stopped a bit in front of me. Whether it was by design or by fate that they ended up in front of me I would never know but I quickly recognized the hybrid.

It was Yoongi.

Seojin pulled him by his head as she sat down in front of him, to bury his face in her mons while the other guy positioned himself behind him. Seojin started moaning while keeping her hand forcefully on the back of his head while his body started jerking.

I refused to look at what was happening. I wanted it to stop. But I could not scream, could not show any emotion for the hybrid I had just seen once on the stage. I decided to walk out of the room. Right now, I was powerless to do anything.

Just as I put both my hands on the sofa to push myself up, Yoongi was released by Seojin, who lay back gasping for breath. He wildly shook his head from side to side like a cornered animal when our eyes clashed with each other.

My breath left my lungs in a huff at the amount of pain, desperation, anger and agony I saw in his dark eyes. His gaze connected to mine and he latched on to it. My body went lax as something made me latch on to him as well. Even though the man was still behind him, I did not pay any attention to it. All I could see was Yoongi. All I could see was his beautiful eyes. The way he kept looking at me, it felt as if he was taking some strength from me. Slowly the anger, desperation and agony dimmed in him. He kept looking at me, as I could not, for the life of me, tear my eyes away from his.

I did not care about the room or the people in it, nor the auction, nor the man behind him. All just melted away. The pain I saw in him was something I could feel too. My chest constricted and it was difficult for me to breathe, still I looked on. Tears formed in my eyes and spilled. His dark gaze followed those tears, tracking their course on my cheeks, curiosity a new emotion entering him. A hand suddenly gripped his ears and hair and jerked his head back in a tight grip. The pain in the dark gaze intensified, tears forming a sheen in them, but he still held on the gaze with me. I responded to his tears as more spill from mine. I was crying silently for him, as he could not.

I felt too connected to him in the moment like a string, a cord connecting both ends. He was me. His suffering was mine. Again he was roughly pushed down as another man joined the first. His head was smashed to the carpet below and turned to the side, but his eyes still did not leave mine. He held on. He looked on, pleading me to not let go, pleading me to not leave him alone. The crushing sensation on my chest intensified. Slowly even though in pain, he started breathing in the manner I did, he synched himself with me, a strange energy was being shared by us. Both persevering in such a violent situation. The only indication of what was actually happening in the way his body kept jerking.

The connection was too strong, too magnetic. But it was also, depleting for me. Something about horror taking place before me, made me feel at a level where it seemed like it was personal. A roaring in my ears and the clenching of my heart clawed at my mind.

Those eyes, those unblinking intense eyes felt. . . .

Suddenly Seojin pulled his head to her thighs again and the connection broke. I gasped out loud, unable to keep the noise within me. I felt as if I my conscious had slammed back to my body again. Quickly scrubbing away the tears, I searched for a way to stop this.

Screw the mission, I could not call myself a human anymore if I did not help him right now when he had begged me for it. He had begged loudly. With his eyes.

Before I could formulate a word anyhow, Seojin let out a bloodcurdling scream. Yoongi was thrashing about wildly and lifted his face up from her body while she curled up her body still screaming and looking at him in horror.

Yoongi's chin and teeth were stained with thick blood. He had bitten her. Deep.

He unleashed his nails as he swiped wildly at the two men behind him, hitting his mark as more screams joined in with Seojin's . Manly screams now as blood dripped from Yoongi's hands.

Free now, he turned about wildly, searching for me. as soon as he saw me still sitting there, the rage left his body. Arms stretched towards me with his eyes wild, he lunged at me, but before he could reach anywhere near, he dropped down on the ground screaming in agony. His hands reaching up to the collar but not being able to touch it. Another shock went through him as he abruptly lost his consciousness.

All of these happened in a matter of seconds. Even my guards could not process it completely. Mr. Park had already reached us with two more people who were currently lifting Yoongi away.

"Anya-shii are you okay?" Park's panicked voice reached mine. I noticed Seojin was still moaning in pain, clutching herself as she continued bleeding. No sympathy towards the bitch at all.

I looked at the now frantic host and said in a calm voice. "It takes more than that to scare me Mr. Park." I paused "But I am not so sure selecting your establishment was a wise decision on my part. Till now 2 of your hybrids are nothing like you claim to be." I finished in a rigid manner.

I now knew what I wanted. And for that to happen, this person needed to fear me.

I was doing a great job at that. Park visibly paled while sweat started dotting his forehead. "I wou would li li like to te tell.." he started stuttering.

"Save it." I cut him off curtly. "I will be seeing this hybrid tomorrow evening before the evening bid starts. Around 6pm. Arrange it." I roughly ordered and stood up. "Do not keep following me. Its irritating. Especially when you have failed so spectacularly in delivering what you so boldly boast." I said in a mocking tone and signaled Jackson and Peter to follow me, leaving the host close to having a cardiac arrest.

"Are you okay?" Jackson asked as we got out of the room. "You were in real danger back then."

I stopped and looked back at his worried face. "Calm down Jackson. I was never in danger. You did not see his hands did you? When he was jumping at me?"

"Lunging at you. And no I was trying not to concentrate on his bloody hands." He snapped.

"Tsk tsk tsk" I teased him "See? You should always pay attention to the details. Yes he was lunging at me but his nails were retracted." Seeing the confusion still evident on both my guard's faces I explained further. "He was jumping towards me but not to harm me. He wanted to hold me."

Both looked stunned at that and I laughed a little at their expression.

Laughed despite what happened. I laughed because I had found a hybrid not at all broken. Badly battered down maybe, but not broken. I laughed because what happened today would never happen again. I laughed because I knew that no one would now ever harm him again. Hell no one would touch him.

But mostly I smiled, because even though he was not aware of it, Yoongi was now mine

I reached another room. This one again similar to the previous but with more furniture in it. There were whips, chains, gags, suspensory chairs, paddles, rods, clamps and what not. Guess this was another torture room. I really wanted to retire for the night but I wanted to see Seokjin one more time. There were still 40 minutes left to midnight.

I entered the room and saw the center. 3 people were tied down to a bench. They were sitting on their knees while their chests were flattened out on the bench, the body bent at 90 degree. Their hands were tied on the side with iron cuffs while their mouths tightly gagged. Guys were currently whipping the three figures to their hearts content, while drinking and stroking themselves. Bloody welts were already scattered throughout the body. But none of them had any ears or tail.

They were 2 males and 1 females. The snake hybrids. Now this got me curious indeed. Having these hybrids were dangerous because not much were known about them. They could not be conditioned which meant that they were given heavy amounts of drugs and pain would be a common companion to them. All that was known about snake hybrids was that they could take ridiculous amounts of pain and that the poisonous variety had to keep biting someone to rid themselves of the buildup of poison. Not that the poison would kill, or was poisonous at all. The venom just caused a lot of pain, albeit temporary pain.

Getting my eyes off of them, i moved in further searching for Seokjin. This was the only other room in use. He had to be here. But god knows what i would do if i found him in a situation similar to Yoongi. I really hoped I would not.

I sparingly searched through the room for his Familiar figure, refusing to acknowledge or notice other activities happening in here. I could not save them all. But the ones I could save, I chose to concentrate on them.

Right then my eyes landed on a hybrid kneeling on the floor servicing a male with his back to me. On the back of his head, his hair gave away to black feathers in the lower middle of his hair line and ended a little below his center of the back of his neck.

The male gasped and made a sound of pleasure and jerked away from him as the Bird hybrid turned around to get up. He faced me and stopped. It was indeed Seokjin. Pausing just for a microsecond, he walked towards me and went down on his knees in my front. Keeping his head down he asked, "Would you like me to pleasure you?"

Now that was bold of him.

From somewhere inside me, a small part of me knew, that the boldness, was still tame for him. He was capable of so much more.

Right, I have met him for the first time and I get this feeling? I never thought i would be this idiotically fanciful.

Noticing the salivating stares he was getting from others, I knew he was not being dragged away because no one wanted to cross me. if I refused, he would become another plaything in a few seconds.

Seokjin...

"Come with me" I said as I walked back to where the sofas were. Seokjin followed on all fours, crawling to keep up. I sat down of the sofa and Seokjin quietly sat down in front of me, his eyes downcast.

I knew I was being watched. If I wanted him, I needed to act out my part. Getting Yoongi also depended on my projected Persona.

"Take yourself in your hand and pleasure yourself for me. make it slow, do not cum until I tell you to." Seokjin jerked at that command and looked at me in surprise. As I waited, facing him calmly, he understood that was all the activity I wanted from him.

Even what I asked him to do was wrong. But in this situation, my demand was more like a wish granted. A wish for a temporary respite from pain and humiliation.

He nodded his head while he reached for himself. I did not look. Of course I did not look. I was essentially commanding his privacy and that too in a room where any could watch. The least I could do was give him the respect of not watching.

Magnificent though he was, this hellish situation took away any and all temptation that I could have to peep. All I wanted right now was to get him away for the night without further being used.

Though I had to give one thing to him. Broken conditioning although apparent, he was someone to look out for. His eyes were guarded. Wary. Observant. He was someone who could be calm enough to assess the situation rather than acting on it headfast. That kind of quality is what I prized. It was that quality that could make him utterly lethal.

"Continue pleasuring yourself but stop when you are close, once the intensity has subsided, continue again". I further instructed him in a strict tone, unrelenting. I had to act for the eyes and ears listening in. also I needed him to continue till the event was over. Surprisingly he softened and nodded. He confirmed my order but also understood that he was out of danger of being raped at least for now.

I then cast my eyes around the rest of the room, knowing there was only 15 more minutes to go. Spotted Jennifer with another hybrid. Taehyung most likely. She was obsessed by him. Currently she was scratching, biting, slapping and riding him hard all the while he looked blankly to the ceiling. A broken hybrid.

But something sparkled on the corners of his eyes. even in a expressionless face, a lone tear tracked down the side.

A strange choking sensation closed up my throat. A strange, Fear and Pain. Whether in seeing the situation he was in, or the hybrid itself, I could not figure out.

I averted my eyes to the ceiling as well.

What the fuck was going on here. This kind of treatment even the animals were not subjected to. Yes human trafficking did happen. The humans were also trained to be slaves like this, but at least it was designated as highly illegal. It was something that was actively chased and shut down. But this? This open legal brutality was sickening. This felt like a glimpse into hell.

Thankfully such blatant sexual abuse was only for the rich and not all hybrids were subjected to this. Still. This was all wrong. Nothing made it better.

A noise made me look towards Seokjin to see that he was still looking to me. I lowered my voice to below a whisper, knowing that he would be able to hear me "Seokjin, if you do not want to be used by any one else for the evening, I suggest you pretend to do as I asked you to do."

Shock ran through him at the confirmation of my intention while he gaped at me open mouthed. A sheen of tears formed in his eyes as his lips trembled slightly. His eyes roved over my face in a reverent manner at perhaps being shown kindness for the first time in his life.

Lovely as the moment was, I saw quite a few gazes on us. That would simply not do.

"Hybrid." I said firmly. He snapped out of his emotions schooling his face to the emotioneless mask as he continued on while I averted my eyes away.

Only for them to be snagged by one of the snake hybrids in the center, looking at me.

At this rate it would be better if I wore a blindfold. Here I was thinking all the hybrids are broken yet I keep getting ensnared in their gazes repeatedly. I swear if it happens one more time, I will bloody wear blinders on my head!

But this time, I shivered in a bit in fear.

The hybrid stared on without blinking once, fixated on me, with his snake eyes. Pupils which were big and oval giving his eyes an eerie appearance. I straight way understood why they were blindfolded on the stage.

This hybrid had shiny dark grey hair slicked back in a face which was ethereally beautiful. High cheekbones, pert nose, and mouth made for sin. His lips were plump, juicy and luscious. But his stare. His stare was unnerving and unnatural.

I looked on, narrowing my eyes slightly to observe him better. The lashes of the whip kept falling on his back, but by the almost bored look on his face, it might just be made of flowers instead of the leather material which was leaving him with bloody welts.

I tilted my head slightly to the side when I was surprised that he mimicked my gesture instantly. Those narrowed snake eyes fixed on me. I moved my head slowly to the other side when he did the same, eyes unblinking, dangerously quiet, emotionless and still glued to me.

In that instant, I felt like a prey being sized up by a predator before the kill.

Again, even though a part of me was afraid, another part of me was not. A part of me was not at all affected by the fear the gaze of this snake hybrid should evoke.

I don't know what possessed me then and there, feeling the unknowing conflicting way that I was, I stupidly did something I can never explain the reason behind.

I focused on the hybrid completely, made sure he was watching my face and not just my eyes, then winked at him and smiled genuinely.

The hybrid jerked his head back, blinking rapidly, paused and stared at me for a while then did something that made my heart stop beating for the third time in the night.

He smiled back.

His whole face transformed. That smile lit up his face, his eyes turning into crescents, plump lips stretched adorably. He looked like an angel at that instant. An innocent ethereal angel. An angel who was tied down, cuffed and was being whipped but who still smiled for a stranger who was mingling with his abusers.

Tears filled my eyes at that thought and I had no chance of stopping their descent. I reached up to wipe them away but more kept filling my eyes. the pain in my chest which had subsided again flared up while I choked on air. The events of the night finally catching up to me. this Hybrid's Beautiful smile my last straw.

His smile caused a buzzing in my head, a dizziness . . . A longing.

His smile disappeared as alarm filled him. Beside me, agitated movements drew my gaze to Seokjin who seemed to be equally alarmed at my tears. Here was a hybrid, kneeling in front of me, following my order of violating his privacy and he was still concerned about me?

Did they really want me to stop crying?

Thankfully a loud bell echoed throughout the room. Time was up. I bent down on myself to get a grip on my emotions. I knew the host would be coming and I needed my persona back. I pinched myself hard on my thighs to concentrate on the physical pain, diverting my mind from the mental torment I was going through. Another prayer answered, when it worked.

The Host came to the room to announce the stop of the evening. All I knew was that I needed to go back to my room. Visibly I had regained control, but I don't think I was quite capable of talking yet.

Even though I wanted to say something to Seokjin, I could not chance my wobbly voice. So I simply nodded towards him. He was still looking at me. His handsome face softened when he saw me, he nodded back and said "Goodnight." Softly.

Crap. He was really weakening my already fragile resolve. I averted my face and stood up. Going towards the door, I chanced a glance towards the snake hybrids. Their gags were being pushed back in their mouths while they were being drugged again. I decided I could not be watching anymore. I did not have any strength left.

As I neared Mr. Park, I shot him an icy glare which thankfully stopped him from saying anything, his eyes downcast, loosely standing still on his spot.

Funny, how much he resembled one of the hybrids here, them being subjugated by chemicals and conditioning, him finding himself in the same posture due to greed for more power and money.

I briskly walked on, not looking at anyone near me. reaching the foyer I bumped into someone, but kept walking on, not seeing if they were okay or even apologizing. None of the demons in this house were someone I would show common courtesy or etiquettes to. I briskly climbed the stairs and then ran blindly towards my room as I reached the floor. My guards standing at the door of my room saw me and opened the door for me as I crossed the door. I started desperately clawing my dress to get it to open as I entered my room and heard the door being closed. Striding on, still with tears finally let loose from my eyes, I was crying, sobbing hard while tearing at the stupid dress to come off while going towards the bathroom. The dress finally came loose and I slid out of it, sobs now wreaking my body as I reached behind to unhook my bra and take down my panties. Reaching the bathroom I went straight over the toilet as leaned over and let all the contents of my stomach come out.

I kept retching more food. I kept vomiting more bile. I kept vomiting more saliva. I kept vomiting till there was nothing more left and hard spasms gripped my stomach.

Not having any energy I lay down in that bathroom floor, my cries quieted down a bit.

I lay there for sometime and then lifted myself up, flushed the toilet and reached the shower. Turning the dial to hot water, I remained underneath that unrelenting spray.

Today I had witnessed the most filthiest, dirtiest part of humanity. And by being present with them, by association, had unknowingly participated in their inhumane and foul acts.

Seokjin POV :

We were now settled down in our cells. After a blasting cold shower, measly nutrition shake the guards had left us be. Yoongi was missing though.

"He attacked someone. He is being held in the cages with a few others who pissed off the masters." Joonie said in the silence. Seokjin had already heard about Yoongi. I knew it was a matter of time before he snapped.

"I think I can do something Joon." I said softly in the darkness. A little shuffling was heard indicating his movements.

"What can you do Hyung? None of us can do anything. We don't know how badly Yoongi will be punished, if he will be allowed to live or not, we cannot free Hobi or Jimin from their fate, we cant even protect the two young ones who had a hellish day today. What can you do?"

"I think I can approach Master Anya."

A beat of silence. Then incredulous laughter erupted from both the cells. Namjoon and Hoseok laughed.

"Are you saying that you can approach Master Anya, someone that everyone over here is afraid of?" Hoseok mocked from his cell.

He mocked me, but I heard his voice catch on her name.

I let the silence settle down once more and then replied clearly and with conviction. "Yes."

The conviction within me was something I did not question. I knew she would listen. How i knew that, remained unknown.

Both of them were rendered shocked. Naturally so. The power of master Anya was more than what we had thought it was. It was quite apparent during the event just how important she was. Everyone tried to impress her. But more shocking was the fact that everyone was equally afraid of her, they kept their distance too.

It was known by all that she could choose any hybrids to take home. Any. Including us and the snakes. I thought the other masters would be envious of it, would protest against the unfairness of it because I knew many of them wanted to own me, us, for themselves. Shockingly, no one protested. That is when I knew she was at a level far above all of the other guests here. Combined. Wilson and the other guard were right about her.

On the stage during the procession, I had picked up a scent. Cherry blossoms and vanilla. The scent was so warm, so delicate, so sweet. None of the humans I had met in my lifetime had ever smelled like this. Usually they were sour or bitter. So bitter. Occasionally he had met a few with a pleasant smell. But none like her.

Her fragrance was addictively sensuous, nostalgically sweet.

I had jerked up to see who it was when I had seen her.

She was enchantingly beautiful.

Then I thought back to the kindness she had shown me again. And those tears. Those tears were for Jimin. She had cried for a hybrid. Never had I ever thought someone, any human, could cry for us.

"What exactly will you say to her? How exactly can she help?" this time Namjoon asked seriously.

"She is here to buy multiple hybrids. I can ask her to buy the seven of us. We know that no hybrid is forbidden to her and from the looks of it she has more than enough money to afford it." I let my words sink in.

I knew what I was offering them was worse than death. I was offering them Hope. Something deadlier.

But I was fairly certain she was not that level of cruel. I was not a naïve fool to think she was not cruel at all, after all, why then would she be here in this auction rather than buying a regular hybrid from a regular store? No, she must have those tendencies the same as any human above in the mansion but still, she was less than those people. She was definitely not like all the masters in his or their friends life.

"Even if she can afford us will she be willing to pay for us all? And what if she is crueler than any other master we have met?" Joonie questioned but was swiftly answered by Hoseok who had moved close to their cell "Does not matter if she is crueler, as long as there is a chance that we can be together and never have to go through this again. As for willing to spend the money, that we have to see. No the real question is do you think she would ever be agreeable to own 2 snake hybrids?" Hobi asked bitterly. Their species was feared, with reason, but I knew he would not harm her as it could jeopardize our safety.

"She will be agreeable I feel." Jimin answered softly in the dark. I felt Joonie and Hobi startle at the statement of Jimin. He was the one amongst us who placed his trust the least. Him and Yoongi.

Before Hobi could question him I said, "Do we have choice but to ask? This is literally our last shot Hobi. You, Jimin and possibly Yoongi, you know what position you are in. Should we not give it a shot? If this succeeds, there is a chance for us to live together."

"Okay. Do it." Namjoon replied without hesitation, before Hobi could process the statement. Joonie knew that time was less. We only had till tomorrow before the bidding starts. "But how will you reach her? Will she even talk to a hybrid if you chance it?"

I could now feel all of them listening to me avidly. Even Taehyung and Jungkook. "I can reach her in the afternoon when we will be told to clean the house. All the other masters will be sleeping and I can trace her by her scent. As for the question of her allowing me to talk to her? I am fairly certain she will."

"The only thing I ask of you all is to be on your best behavior tomorrow. Please. I specifically mean you both."

"If it means we can live together and get away from this hellhole, then we will be." Hoseok replied for both him and Jimin.

"Good. Sleep now." I said as I turned to the side.

Pain and exhaustion was slowly drawing me deeper to sleep. But for the first time I felt excitement in my stomach. Something akin to nervousness and anxiousness. First time in this life i felt an emotion. I truly savored it.

In a life where shedding tears was a luxury, these feelings were decadent.

Next day these illusions could be shattered. Completely.

But tonight I felt hope. An emotion I was experiencing for the first time. This was a warmth I wanted to keep close to my heart.

Even though I was on verge of passing out, I did not want to sleep, so that I could enjoy this feeling, this emotion a little longer.

I finally closed my eyes as I lost the battle against tiredness,my last thought her beautiful face, her blue eyes, her fragrance before sleep claimed me.

3rd Person POV :

In the other cell, another hybrid lay awake. His thoughts filled with the fairy with blue eyes and a kind, dazzling smile. For her, he would be the best hybrid. He did not care how she would treat him, as long as she kept smiling at him like that.

That was the first time anyone other than his friends had ever smiled at him. Genuinely. Smiled only at him. Smiled only for him.

And coming from that angelic human, he felt a sudden, dormant and complete palpable link to her.

His heart had filled with a happiness that refused to let go.

He promised himself again. For her, he would be the bestest Hybrid ever.

A/N : that was a hard chapter to write. I tried to keep things vague still.

How do you think it is shaping up? Sorry for the interactions between Anya and the boys to be less but from the next chapter the story will concentrate on their relations. The descriptions of the boys is also vague because of the situation they are in. once the boys belong to Anya the story will completely focus on them with the side plot.

Here is how the eyes of the snake hybrids look like.

Please do comment and vote.