Young Master, This Servant Thought She Would Never See You Again

The iron cage's bars glimmered with a cold, ghostly light, confining Yan Ruyu and five other girls within a tiny space.

The air was thick with the stench of rust mixed with sweat. Yan Ruyu instinctively clenched the tattered hem of her dress.

It had once been her favorite garment, wrapping her proud figure and displaying the charm of her youth. Now, it was like a filthy rag, unable to cover the bruises mottling her arms.

She stole a glance at the girls beside her.

To her left was an Elf Race girl from Canglan Star. Her pointed ears twitched as she bit her lips hard, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Yan Ruyu remembered that when she had first been captured, the flames in her eyes had seemed capable of burning through iron walls. But now, that blaze held only ash-like despair.

"Don't touch me!"

The Elf Race girl suddenly snarled in a low voice. A greasy hand had reached through the bars toward her.

The girl jerked her head aside to evade it. Fear made her emerald eyes narrow into slits, yet it only drew a burst of laughter from the crowd.

The auctioneer was long accustomed to these old perverts crowding around the cage to inspect the merchandise. Her smile was dazzlingly bright.

As long as these people who thought with their lower halves got excited, the bidding would fetch a good price—and her commission would rise as well.

Diagonally across from her was a blue-haired girl from Ice Star. She was curled up in the corner, red marks from icy shackles still circling her bare ankles.

Yan Ruyu saw her staring at a richly dressed man in the crowd, her pupils trembling faintly.

Three days ago, they had still been encouraging one another in the