Werewolves and Sober-elves

In the battle between the werewolf and the vampires' hundreds of years ago, the werewolf won the final victory.

But after losing natural enemies, the number of werewolves gradually flooded, and more and more bloodthirsty werewolves lost their minds on the full moon night - civilization was gradually replaced by barbarism.

However, maybe it was God's joke.

It was discovered that there is a special race in the world, the sober-elves. If the blood of the sober-elves was drunk, the bestiality of the werewolves would be suppressed and they would not lose their minds.

Therefore, the sober-elves, who have no self-protection ability, were looted by the major groups of werewolves. After countless casualties, the werewolves finally reached a consensus, distributed the sober-elves equally, and completely materialized the sober-elves into a commodity that could be reproduced and sold.

Today, the sober-elves store has become an indispensable store in the werewolf world. The sober-elves store on Paradise Island is famous for having a large number of beautiful female sober-elves.

At this time, at twelve o'clock at midnight, the sober-elves store had already put up a sign that it was closed.

But the sounds of violent collisions continue to emanate from the shop.

A beautiful girl was nailed to the wall. Her wrists and ankles are held in place by leather wrist buckles. Her algae-like long hair was dishevelled and looked extremely embarrassed.

She seemed to be exhausted, lowered her head and panted, most of her face was covered by long black hair, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

At this time, the man who was whipping her wore glasses and looked like a very ordinary human being, but when he swung the whip, he looked very powerful.

He drank the wine in the glass in his hand and threw the whip on the girl with all his strength. Immediately, scarlet blood marks appeared on the girl's pale skin.

The girl was silent, she didn't even have an expression, as if the whip had no effect on her.

This is a very strange scene. Female sober-elves have always been valuable commodities that werewolves liked. They are beautiful, delicate, and submissive. Before they are sold, the shopkeeper usually feeds them with food and drink and takes care of their skin appearance as much as possible, so as to sell a good price.

Normally, sober-elves shops rarely punish female sober-elves.

"Letitia, I really lost a lot of money to support you." The man loosened the whip in a gentle tone, which was hardly the same person as what he had just done.

The girl still didn't reply. She knew very early that the only way she could resist was silence.

"Why don't you learn to be smarter?" The man continued: "As long as you are more submissive, you can be picked up by the Medici family last year. If you drag on like this year after year, what will it benefit you in the end? You could be sent back to the sober-elves breeding centre and be pregnant until you die. Can you live with that?"

He took another sip of wine, he seemed to be drunk, the red blood in his eyes was heavier, at this time he didn't look like a human, but like a well-dressed monster: "I really don't understand your creatures, haha..."

He laid himself down on the sofa and started to hold the whip again, the tail of the whip rubbing the girl's collarbone. The girl opened her mouth reflexively and seemed to want to exhale, but she abruptly held back.

The punishment seems to last all night. For a girl, she is used to it. She suffers like this every few days, and over time, she has become numb. No one in this world will come to save her, and no one will care about her.

The shopkeeper hit her with another whip, hitting her old wound that had just scabbed a few days ago, tearing out the new flesh that had just grown. It was so painful that she bit her lip and raised her head subconsciously. And when she looked up, she suddenly found two people standing on the road opposite the store.

One of them is very tall. Only half of his face could be seen clearly in the moonlight, but at the moment when he looked at him, Letitia subconsciously let out a light breath.

On the half of his face exposed, his eyes were like the ocean, deep and calm. The kind of calm that he has cultivated for so long in the top position, and his calm and graceful look is so heartwarming. His profile is very young and handsome, and when he looks at people, there is a kind of charming charm.

Standing beside the man named Joshua was his friend, and the two arrived at Paradise Island in the middle of the night.

"I think I've seen her somewhere." Joshua said softly, he stared at the girl who was whipped in the window, and his eyes never strayed for a moment. He seems to be talking to his friends, or he seems to be talking to himself.

But where had he seen her?

She looked so familiar as if she had seen it in a dream, or not long ago.

Joshua is an Alpha and the only son of the Fielding family, a well-known figure.

Because of pedigree, the Fielding family has few descendants. Therefore, the Fielding family attaches great importance to suppressing Joshua's bestiality, and the mandatory order is that he comes to Paradise Island to buy sober-elves.

Joshua is somewhat disgusted by the sober-elves' relationship with the werewolf. From birth to the present, his beastization period has been spent on the special inhibitor that has not been released on the market. He does not believe that there is still a need for sober-elves in modern society. But he can only bury this idea in his heart, he is too lazy to argue with the stubborn old people in the family.

"She?" Barry laughed exaggeratedly: "Hahaha, if you want to buy her, just say it, don't say you've seen it. Where have you met? Sober-elves breeding centre?"

The joke wasn't funny at all, and Joshua didn't say a word after hearing it.

The girl in the window didn't stagger her eyes either. Her eyes were green and translucent like gems. She didn't need to say anything, her eyes were so bright that it was heartwarming, the scarlet whiplash didn't detract from her beauty, on the contrary, there was an indescribable sense of incomplete beauty.

She has no clothes on. In this society, sober-elves are commodities, even more, humble than slaves. Shame and respect are too far away for them.

The white nightgown on her body was so torn that she couldn't see her original appearance. Her waist was half amputated, and the scarlet scar of the old whip crossed over and disappeared below. She had a scar on her chest that looked like a burn from a cigarette butt. But the wonderful thing is that the scar is on the right side of her chest. It seems to have healed for a long time, and dark purple new flesh has grown, opening on her snow-white body like dazzling petals.