Branded
1083 Words
Anna’s P.O.V.
The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was agony. The discomfort was already quite intense at this point. So intense that my paralyzed brain could not locate my existence, I did not know how many intervals of sleep and consciousness passed over me.
Death is always felt around me. It was in my heart to die, but not every desire takes precedence in the heart. Gradually, my senses took hold.
My body burned like an oven.
I wish I were dead. I sobbed badly.
"Take something, eat something, something will pass into your stomach, then you will be able to sit up. Eat food." 'Tina', the same maid, kept my head on her knee and kept pouring porridge into my mouth.
In the morning, I could walk on my legs to walk to the washroom. The early morning had come but it brought new cruelty.
Luna called me. My heart trembled with fear.
“Who called me? Why?” My body trembled.
"Today your arm will be branded with a hot iron rod, which was another tradition here and was considered a sign of a slave woman. This is so that she remembers this sign and remembers her status. Now you belong to the Bright Diamond Pack. This scar will remind you." My heart trembled; I couldn't speak for a few moments due to fear.
“No, I will not go.” I mumbled. At that time, I was very scared.
But I couldn’t finish as the room door opened, so, in fear, I wallowed away. An elderly maid walked in with a whistle, followed by others. They quickly moved towards me and dragged me outside by the arm. My moans and groans did not affect them. They dragged me into a large room.
As soon as the door opened, my eyes fell on three bookshelves decorated with different books along the front wall. At a distance from them, there was a table on which some files were placed and a lamp was placed. To the right of the table in the middle of the room, there were two sofa sets facing each other. Between them was a glass table and a soft red carpet on the floor. There were also various paintings on the walls. Looking at the architecture of the room and everything in it, it looked like a palace. And by looking at this room, it was easy to estimate the financial status of the house residents.
Soon, my eyes locked on the lady sitting in front.
Her neck was stiff with pride. Staring at me with red eyes, she sat as if she were the queen of the empire.
She was probably the cruel Luna of the Tyrant Alpha. There was a teenage girl with her; both had strong expressions.
In the dimly lit chamber, a woman sat upon a grand, imposing throne. Her voice carried an air of authority, as she uttered her chilling command, "Take her. It's time to remind her of her status." Instantly, a shiver ran down my spine, leaving my legs feeling weak and unsteady.
Desperate to prove my innocence, I pleaded with all the strength I could muster, "No, I'm innocent; I didn't do anything, please!" The fear of impending torture sent a wave of panic surging through me, my voice echoing with desperation.
Yet, despite my pleas, the woman on the throne, whom I now knew as Luna, remained unmoved. Her face twisted with contempt, she dismissed my pleas with a cold indifference. "It's enough," she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Your rest is over. Go and bring the rod. Let her know her place."
As I absorbed Luna's words, a mixture of fear and disbelief washed over me. How had I ended up here, condemned and stripped of my innocence? The weight of her gaze bore down upon me, filled with a disgust that made me feel unworthy, insignificant.
When I heard the hot rod, a chill ran down my spine, and tears started to fall down my cheeks. A maid came forward on command as if this tyrant had enjoyed doing all this.
I had heard that there were beasts, and today I saw them.
“I promise, I will make life difficult for you, poor, unfortunate slave. I will kill you in a way that both death and heaven tremble." She stood upon my head, terrified of death, for which death was the greatest demand. I kept crying, but never raised my head to look at these tyrants. I wanted to die without seeing them all.
It is my wish that an iron rod will put out the lamp of my life. Today I was asking for death.
After some time, the maid came into the room with a plate of burning coals and a rod with an iron handle. I raised my painful swollen eyes and saw the rod placed on the plate. My breath got stuck inside. There was fear and trembling embedded in my being.
Can someone be so cruel?
"May God drop burning rods on you as well." I could only add to it by sobbing in agony, knowing that even in the heat of this visible red rod, it would not quench the burning sensation inside my heart at that time.
A heavy-bodied maid took control of me. Luna smiled mockingly and picked up the rod. The next moment, my heart-wrenching screams spread throughout the palace. The pain was beyond measure. I started to struggle badly but could not get out of the oppressors' grip.
Luna kept the rod on my skin, watching me with a smile. As she removed the rod, my lifeless legs faltered and I fell to the ground writhing in pain.
My senses suddenly stopped functioning; the pain took over my mind and body.
The hot rod had scarred my tender wrist like a diamond and turned my skin purple and painful. I was a Diamond Pack slave. This sign symbolizes that.
Every influential member of the Diamond Pack had an equal right to trample me, play with my body and make me the mistress of his bed.
Life revenged me and I was helpless.
My mind moved towards darkness and my eyes closed. With closed eyes, I saw a tall, lanky figure standing in the middle of the doorway.
He was the one who dragged me to this hell; he was the one who caused my ruin.
I will never forgive him. Never.
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