The Slave Vengeance

“Dianthe Divine Riley!” a man yelled as he struck me again, causing me to moan and cry out of the misery; however, all I did was keep quiet and keep my mouth shut after sobbing. I didn’t try to defend myself or anything. A man who was somewhat overweight came up behind me. He is, without a doubt, a member of the Silver Moon Pack’s warrior community. He will prevail over me once more or carry out some dreadful plan. I have decided to give my parents more respect than they deserve; the price I must pay is to be quiet and allow them to torment me. He quickly took the zip off my jacket, and my eyes popped wide, but a man yelled, “Do not touch her, Armando. We have to give her a good beating,” I quickly closed my eyes and tried to ignore that he was denied the opportunity to continue mistreating my body. I did not find it satisfying. He laughed as he pushed the floor into my face while holding it there. “It’s such a shame.” He scoffed at me and then slapped me on the back before saying, “I thought this woman was a stripper or something like a whore.” After downing the beer in the glass, he then left the room. Another man grabbed my hand and forced me to get up; I was so weak that I couldn’t even look at his face, but he grabbed my chin and pulled my hair. “Now, go back. . .” He ordered—after his command, I’m going to go back to my room, and I know he has no idea what will happen to me there. I heaved a sigh. “I need water—” He handed me a drink of water; he didn’t even wait for more seconds before continuing. I immediately swallow it while keeping my eyes closed. I have gone without water consumption for the past two days. Zavier, the Alpha, punished me because he suspected I was making out with another male. In the meantime, Luna is under the impression that he punished me for disobeying her order. This constitutes a double reprimand. After placing the glass of water in the refrigerator, I exited the room. I don’t want to put myself through any more suffering. I have a lot of wounds, and I can even feel the blood spilling out of my lips; I recall how they are unable to stop pounding me. . . I'm really at a loss for what to do right now. In the past, I was known for my fighting prowess. What exactly is going on here? His voice worries me. . . The most disturbing thing about him is his physical presence. If I had the choice right now, I would much rather turn into a solid block of ice than continue walking through this corridor and feeling my heartbeat while holding Thea's breath. He called my name “Dianthe.” He is standing directly in front of me, dressed in his King’s clothes, and he appears content with the abundance in his life, making me feel the same way. “I just can't keep up with it anymore. . .” I wailed and begged him to let me finish the words. He gave me that sad face and a smirk while he held my hand. He murmured, “I love watching you suffer and struggle, Dianthe, than seeing you be with another guy.” It gives me the creeps to where my hair stands on end. I can’t even move at this point. “I owned you. I permitted your parents to stop making payments on the debt worth two billion dollars and even more. You can’t get away, you miserable little b*tch; that issue is more important than your whole existence.” He screamed at me as I sobbed, and at that moment, I was on the verge of giving up all chance of ever escaping this horrible place. Even looking into his eyes makes my stomach turn. As a consequence of the fact that he was irritated, he yanked my hair and forced me to look into his eyes. It gives me the creeps. “Look at me, you w***e!” He exclaimed. “You deserve this punishment because you were flirting with another man. Why is it that you can’t just let yourself be happy? You had a good life with me even before—” “It was not sufficient! The worst life is better than my life!” I had vented my frustration, and he had let me finish my sentence before he hit me in the face and pressed me up against the wall by forcing my body to remain in that position. It is painful. “You're causing me physical pain! Please come stop!” I pleaded, and he didn’t even stop doing it. “Dianthe, you are required to carry out my instructions. Or otherwise, what will occur to you after this is much worse than what has already occurred.” He warned me, his voice unsettling and frightening me at the same time. I took a deep breath in and then let out a sigh. I’m trying to convince him that I’m telling the truth by nodding. “I am yours, Zavier. . .” I whispered. “I have to let you know that I didn’t make out with another man after signing an agreement with you. I will not break those promises.” I lied, yet the part of me telling him I didn’t make out with another man was the truth. He has a chuckle. He said, “That's the absolute bare minimum for someone to tell me a promise.” “However, there is only one item that I have to share with you, Dianthe. You can f**k another man, and it will be your way of passing away. . . I’ll put your death differently and more horrifically.” he frightened me. I attempt to talk while shaking my head, but suddenly I hear the sound of approaching footsteps. He yanked the door shut behind me as he shoved me into one of the rooms and locked it. “Sebille,” he whimpers for some reason. It was his Luna that did it. He has never stopped cheating on her with other women. It’s possible that he utilized my body for pleasure, and if watching me suffer pain gives him pleasure, then that’s still dishonest. While he’s with her, he f***s me behind her back. Sebille smiled as she looked at all the marks on my body and laughed as the door opened suddenly. “What in the world are you doing!” I stuttered. “My beloved Dian, why do you have such a worried expression on your face?” she questioned me while attempting to make fun of the fact that I was shaking while gazing at her. I could picture Zavier withdrawing his attention and allowing her to behave however she pleased. “It's finished up now! I got exactly what I deserved because I disobeyed your orders!” I yelled out my justification, and she laughed at me. “Dianthe, that is not sufficient for me at all. . . I wanted to do this,” she remarked to me while pointing a knife in my direction, “Oh, Luna, I beg you, don’t do it!” I begged. She stuck the knife in my wrist, and I cried out loud, thinking she was going to do it, but she solely laughed out loud. “I know I’m funny. . . Now you have to dispose of your favorite friend, Rosemary.” she sputtered; eyes of mine got wide open when she said that. I feel like I’m at a loss for words. “W-What did you say?” I stammered. She spoke out hysterically, “I said I killed your friend!” “I mean, it's not like I killed her. It's more likely that Zavier and I are working together on this,”