The Beast

chapter 3

Lord Ronan's pov:

I stand so quickly that my hoodie nearly falls off my head. I knock the drugged cup away and pin the trafficker down. then I lean in and snare at the little maid. she must have scurried out of the walls in the mansion. she's a little mouse, brown hair and eyes. a slight trimmer in her petite body. she's mine. I can recognize all of my servants from a mile away. she's not particularly good at hiding either. that's why the trafficker stalked her. he knew she was fresh. vulnerable meat. what the f**k is she doing out here in this wasteland? that's not water naive girl and that's not a way to go home. you should have never left the estate. she flinches because she wasn't expecting to get caught. I dragged the trafficker outside, feeling more angry at him than the rude servant that broke the single most important rule in the estate. don't leave. I rememorize her small round faces. it's a hard thing not to do. then I hand the criminal to my guards waiting in the shadows and I make my exit I've revealed enough of myself already. could have told the girl then in there not to not bother returning to my state. I'm unsure why I didn't and that's a problem. there have only been two other breakers of this rule in my 15 years as Lord of the estate middle-aged men one that had a family. he wanted to find another board and tired of his duties. both were banish for jumping the wall. this girl should be too, but I let her go because I was shocked to see someone so small and defenseless dare to wander into this dangerous land. she is too adventurous reckless and I've never seen anything like her before surely she won't sleep tonight at the thought of being banished the next morning. that is if she's not caught by the guards on her way back to the estate. I pushed the ordeal aside after the scare she got in the bar. I doubt she'll be sneaking out again or breaking any more rules. there is nothing like a trafficker and a freaking hoodie to put the fear of God into you I had home done with my work in town for the day. now I must report to the estate and ensure everything is running properly. dozens of lives are in my hands. two of my men follow me. although I wear a hoodie to conceal my face. my identity and wealth is known across the land I have plenty of enemies. we walk through the gates and my eyes scan the walls searching four ways the girl could have escaped today. the servants are free to roam the Halls until late at night so her absence was likely not questioned. I wonder if she's back in bed trembling under her sheets brown eyes wide and staring at the door. waiting for the big bad wolf to come and get her. I chuckled out. she made the connection. she can't know I'm the Lord of the estate. if she hasn't seen my face before on my way to the office, I see Sabrina that she's the second tier made that often warms my bed I walked right past her. there is too much to do tonight. I finally got to lead on my investigation. s*x to release my anger will have to wait besides the release only makes me angrier because as I f**k these women in the dark with my face hidden as they moan I feel more like a monster their is no intimacy between us they love my thick c**k and the power I offer nothing more. it's impossible to love a masked stranger. in my office I call Walker. he's another Lord. in a different estate there are only three of us. the government thought they could buy our silence after they f****d us over pumped us with experimental drugs that made us more beasts than men. they caused the civil war, the wrecked the country that they are the reason I keep my servants behind the wall because outside is anarchy I call Walker. it takes a minute for him to pick up the phone as to remember him as the young young lanky recruit that would run around base delivering equipment. he was one of the first to sign up for the drug experiment. he wanted the muscles, the power, the bullying to stop. I used to pick on him until I realized he joined the military because he wanted to become big enough to beat his stepfather who enjoyed throwing his mother around. I respected that. hello, he answers coughing. the man is a heavy smoker and I think that's how he deals with the loneliness with having to hide his ugly face just like I do. I've got one blue eye and one Hazel one a few Stark veins on the left side of my face scars. they experimental drugs, expanded our muscles and stamina but left their Mark. I've got a small lead about the weapon manufacture. I'll send you the details after we exchange a few more words. I hang up my eyes keep finding the windows as I think of the girl in her escape. the blinds are drawn. they always are but tonight I draw the curtains too. the less reminders I have of the daring made that I met in town better the following morning. I think of all the things I must do today are ridiculous. thought crosses my mind to find the file of the girl in her family not to punish her just to my sate my curiosity I quickly decide that's a dangerous idea and focus on my own work. I don't go to town today. there is too much to do around the estate. too many orders to write and send to officers. I don't meet my servants face-to-face, so we're in communication is the only way to reach them hours later. I've got plenty done. had my mail. I wonder if the girl cooked anything I ate. what are her jobs? ask Gail knowing that I need to release some tension I decide to walk the Halls today. servants are required to retire early. the Halls are off limit except for a few individuals and a few of the maids that warm my bed I walked down the dark Halls, my hoodies off and only small stripes of moonlight my way. this is the only time I can walk freely in my home. the Halls have been emptied lights exhausted and curtains drawn as I commanded. I'm a ghost King. I come across Sabrina again. she greets me but I remain silent as usual. I'll reach for her hand requesting her presence she eagerly clutches me and I wrap my other hand around the small of her back and lower my face to kiss her. her back is pressed against the wood panel and she arches herself offering her body to me I grip her skirt ready to lift it when I see a shadow move at the end of the hall, I know the shadows in this estate. I've wandered these grounds for so long that I've become one with the darkness That's why I can tell when something is out as out of place. I release Sabrina and dash for the on looker I hear a gasp before I grab a familiar thin wrist, it's hurricane The runaway made. she has broken another rule. no wondering the Halls after I lean in. nearly aware that I have no hoodie on my only mask is the darkness that could easily be spooked away you. I say deepening my voice so she can't recognize it from earlier what are you doing here?