Slaves Destiny

Within an Inch

Emmas POV

Racing upto my room, I grabbed my study notes and a pen. Looking down I remember the ruined skirt. Looking around quickly I saw a small flower a gift from brandon. I could borrow a pair of his pants to wear to school then wash them and put them back. Quickly I darted to his room, grabbed a pair of plain black pants, they were to big and long for me but they would do. Pulling them on then rushing out the door. School was a 20minute walk away and I had to be back home at 2pm to serve the guests meaning I had to leave school no later than 1.40pm, I had an hour to complete a 5 hour exam. I walked so fast I was almost running, I bursted into the classroom where I saw Miss Celine my teacher, she looked at me then at her watch, " You have basically missed the exam, hun I am sorry" she said with a heavy heart. "I know, I am not asking for extra time just what I can achieve in the next hour" I explained. She nodded taking pity on me and lead me into the exam hall. I opened my booklet and rushed through it as fast as I could. Zoning out and focusing on the exam I reached the halfway mark in the exam booklet, Looking up at the clock 2.30pm, I coughed on my spit. I was so dead. I quickly closed my exam handed it in and Ran as fast as I could back to the pack house. By 2.40 I burst in the front door drenched in sweat to be met by a first to the face and my step dad yelling at me "Worthless Disobedient w***e, I had to serve my own guests, I could kill you, I should kill you". I rolled onto my side to get up off the ground as his boot made contact with my ribs a deafening crack spread out throughout the house as I struggled to catch my breath. He had broken my ribs. He walked away distain on his face, I cried and tried to get up as marcus pushed me back down. "Your also a stealing little w***e" he yelled, grabbing the pants bottom and pulling them off me "these arent for the filth of you" he mocked. Throwing the pants to the side he knelt onto my stomarch causing more pain from my protesting ribs, he grabbed my throat pushing down hard. "dont forget your place w***e or Ill show you were it is" He spat at me slapping his palm down hard on my p***y which was only covered by a thin piece of fabric. I yelled out causing him to slap my face this time. "shut up b***h and get the fk out of here". I got up as quickly as my ribs would allow me and ducked into my room to hide. My room was on the second floor, as a warewolf even without a wolf jumping from that height wont kill me. Looking at the rope on the floor I debated for the hundredth time if I should use it. I couldnt keep going this way but I couldnt leave the pack until I had my wolf. I allowed myself an hour to cry before getting up, oversleeping and not having dinner ready would result in more beatings. I hurried downstairs to prepare food and drinks. Some of the guests would be staying the night to drink (yay, not). I prepared food and served the lasgana to everyone. A slave was not to eat till last, watching as they devoured all the food, leaving none I was broken hearted. Looking in the pantry I pulled a quater of a cup of rice out to cook for myself. I cleared the table while it was cooking and washed all the dishes. At this moment Marcus came in to yell at me to serve drinks in the meeting room where everyone was drinking. I nodded and walked off to go serve bourbon and whiskey. Coming back to my now cooked rice and a smug looking marcus. I took a sniff, looking down into my pot, I started to cry, surrounding the white rice was a yellow stinky substance. Marcus laughed and went of to get drunk with the others. Tipping it out and cleaning up I decided to go to bed hungry, maybe the hunger would kill me. I lay in bed crying, looking at the photo of my parents, god I wish they were still here. The noises from downstairs told me I would have a big job of cleaning to do in the morning.

TRIGGER WARNING-

I was just about to fall asleep when I heard my door open, "Brandon" I called out, I could hardly see in the dark as I didnt have a wolf yet but Brandon was the only one to ever come in my room. The others just yelled at me through the door. I sat up to a hand over my mouth and the stench of burbon "Ive decided its my turn" Marcus husked at me. Flicking his finger into the band of my panties he pulled them off exposing me and my virgin p***y. I started to scream and he slapped me. "You yell or fight me and I will kill you, Do as I say" he ordered me, Bettas comands were no where near as strong as an alphas but strong enough to work on me. I cried as he swiped his finger over my entrance then bringing it upto his lips. "perfect, your not fertile right now" he laughed. Pulling all his weight onto me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and using his other hand forced his c**k into my opening. Pain shook out across my body. I started shaking in fear. He readily and hastidly kissed me shoving his tongue in my mouth making me gag as he moved in and out of my p***y. The pain was unbearable, his c**k was so large, the size of three of my fingers. Biting down on my neck just above my mark spot he forced himself deep into me, spreading his seed and scent into me. Still crying I breathed a sigh of relief.It was finally over. Pulling out of me he dripped his juice all over my bed. Hesitating for a minute he flipped me over forcing me onto my stomarch he pulled my ass into the air. Spitting on me I felt him position himself... I started to feel sick and pull away as he rammed into my asshole, ripping me. He pounded me before leaving his seed in there too. I could feel him get off the bed and leave slamming the door behind him. I dont know how many hours I sat there and cried until I finally fell asleep.