Deranged Writer's Afterword

"-- and sold to number 69 !", the presenter said, surprised that anyone would spend their money on a defective product.

' Well, I don't care either way as long as I get my commission.', the presenter thought getting ready to introduce the next product.

" Huh ?"

But just as he was about to do so, the presenter saw number 69 walking toward the stage.

" Sir, please head back to your designated seat..."

The presenter was weirded out by the silent customer who didn't stop even after his warning, but there was nothing else to do other than tolerate the customer's antiques as their auction house was known for treating their customers well.

Number 69 slowly got on the stage and inspected the 'product' first, he put his hand over her forehead and after ascertaining something, the man walked towards the presenter himself.

" Uh- sir ?"

By now, the audience was openly gossiping about the strange actions number 69 was doing.

Ignoring their chatter, the man casually took out a small bag from his sub-space and threw it at the presenter who caught it too late, resulting in the contents of the bag spilling out-

The serja 'clattered' and 'plattered' as it danced on the floor.

The presenter's eyes widened at the large amount of serja before him, the man's voice echoed through the wide auction hall,

"There's close to 200 serja in there, take it and complete the transaction-"

The man gently caresses the product on its head, as if he was comforting it,

"-- I want her now."

After proclaiming his desire to claim the product there and then, the man doesn't wait for a response and carried the product back to his seat.

-Step-

-Step-

-Step-

The only sound that could be heard within the large auction hall was of the man's slow footsteps, the others within the auction house couldn't say or even move for that matter.

They were all entranced by the man's presence, even though he wasn't much to see...none of the people within the hall could question the man's authority.

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Adam's POV

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The child lay on my lap, her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily.

Beads of sweat rolled down her face which was covered with blue fur, just like those two.

I feel a little repulsed by the smell of her sweat and start wiping them away using my handkerchief, this child is most likely Nyad's sister. I bought her because I needed her to make them take me into their super-secret village.

Wiping away the little wolf's face, I felt slight pity for her.

No child should have to go through something like this, but oh well....it's not as if it has anything to do with me.

This child is probably about ten or twelve years old because that was the age when the beastpeople usually entered their third evolution and seeing that she was already in a humanoid form I'm probably correct...

" What a creep !"

" He must be a lolicon !"

" That poor child !"

My muscles tense up hearing the rude comments of those around me.

I'm not a lolicon.....

Also, what right do they have to judge me?

They're literal criminals who like buying slaves and all.

'Hmph.'

But all that doesn't matter now.

I need to heal this kid, if she's suffering from an unknown disease....then it could be an uncurable one right?

I was hoping that it would be uncurable since I could heal her with my blood then.

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Neela's POV

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Pain.

All that I could feel was pain, everything was difficult...breathing, walking, thinking. I couldn't do any of these without my head threatening to burst open. I had a vague idea of what was happening to me,

I was being sold.

I never could have imagined that something like this would happen to me...

I just wanted to explore the real world, and even though my brother advised against it, I chose to run away from home and now I'm here.

I never knew that humans could be this cruel.

Just as the pain was reaching a new height, a cold hand gently caresses her forehead, the cold made her feel good even though it only lasted for a minute as the hand had gone away.

'Don't go.....don't leave me here please...'

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Surprisingly enough the hands seemed to listen to her as they took hold of her and carried her away. Even though the pain hadn't gone away, the steady hands that carried her away from that horrible stage gave her a sense of comfort.

After a while, she could feel someone gently wiping away the sweat on her body, she tried her best to open her eyes but her effort proved fruitless as her eyes remained firmly shut.

" Drink."

The voice demanded her to drink and she did exactly that, a sweet and flavorful fluid filled her mouth, she was quite familiar with it was blood, but this blood....it was the sweetest blood she had ever tasted.

Neela felt better as soon as she drank the blood, it was a gradual change but she could feel herself becoming better slowly. Once she felt a little better, she tried to open her eyes and this time they do open.

It took her a minute to adjust to the light, but after she her eyes got used to the light, she could see again.

Tears slowly fell down as her emotions, which she had suppressed till now overflowed.

She had been made to sit in a chair, she could see a new 'product' being introduced.

" Oh...you're finally up."

Turning to where the voice originated from, Neela saw the strangest human she had ever laid her eyes on.

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