Flora’s POV:
Darkness has consumed me for who knows how long. The cold floor is replaced with a sway of my arms and legs. Am I moving? I’m just too tired to register anything right now, so I keep my eyes closed.
“Take her to room 8. Some of the bidders are demanding her to be bathed after seeing the show. They even paid for this simple service! Who knew a little wolf could attract such attention.” I hear a muffled voice that sounds like my neighbor’s father. I wonder if the dark-haired she-wolf is okay?
After being carried, I feel my body being placed on a soft surface. I try to move, but my hands and legs are tied down. I wish I could just move of my own will again.
I pry my eyes open and notice a man holding a cloth and wiping my body. I wince as he presses down on my bruises and
