A woman was being bullied. Looking closer, five men with strong arms surrounded her. They were shifters, fox shifters—men known to be as perverted as anything could be. The men cackled with a menacing look in their eyes.
"Woman, surrender to us. There's no escaping for you. What's all the resistance for?" one man said, his laughter growing, echoing in her ears.
"Yeah, what's there for you to be scared of? Many people in this auction house have done it, so what makes you an exception?"
As the men started walking toward her, the girl panicked, crawling backward on the ground. Her eyes trembled with a mix of fear and hurtful energy.
"Let go of me! Don't touch me!"
Her voice was raised, and the tremor in it could be felt.
"I'm just a 26-year-old girl! You perverts should let me go!" she yelled. They should let her go. What had she done to deserve all this?
The man's face grew menacing as he took his last step closer to the girl.