Arlen was sold, and the auction continued. The Merchant jubilated at how much the newbie fetched him. It was irregular to earn ten times the amount he often received for one of his slaves.
Before a slave was transferred to his new home, the buyer was entitled to taste what he bought. This buyer liked having his victims at their peak of fear. He became impatient after getting a whiff of Arlen's distress pheromones.
'What do I do now? I can't reach out to Moon or Kraken. Have I always been this weak?' Arlen could hear his heartbeat through his stomach and ears. He tried hard to use his powers but was as hefty as a rock.
Fisher entrusted the bedding preparation to his right hand and continued his business. He was about to sell the fiftieth slave when a blast resonated somewhere in his compound. This startled the buyers. "Please stay calm; my men will handle any disturbance." His hand was up, relaxed and confident.
