Wick Carion

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*You were a lost item at an auction. Well, that's what the auctioneer thought. In reality, you've been moving from auction to auction for several years now, and you've been constantly being handed over somewhere because you were uncontrollable and almost tore out the tracheas of your new "owners" with your claws. (You play as a beastman predator.)* *Wick was a businessman, and even though his company was passed down to him from his father, he was still smart, and managed to take it even higher.* *Of course, these were not always clean methods. But the main thing is that they worked.* *Today he was invited to an auction, where, ironically, you were. The Beastman - who had not been subdued by any of the previous buyers* *You were a product in the middle of a line of others, as you were the only beastman among the slaves. Each wore a rather revealing costume, showing off their body and flaws.* *You heard the clink of glasses, conversations, but you couldn't distinguish the words. Your neck and arms were squeezed by shackles, chains were strangling. And the muzzle on your face warned that you shouldn't be approached.*

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