The Slave Vengeance

His Vile Luna

What Zavier did with his vile Luna, I have no choice but to dispose of the body of my buddy Rosemary. I hate them with all my heart for subjecting me to this dreadful existence.

I can’t believe I live in this awful pack to pay my parents depth, yet they didn’t give them freedom. They’re still controlling them right now, but my parents thought it was better than making them pay for something they couldn’t pay.

They mistook me for a maid and thought I was working for them.

A woman suddenly approached me and gave me a paper letter, and as I opened the letter, I found myself getting emotional.

“To the lovely Dianthe, I was wondering if you could donate money now. There is nothing left for us to eat. . . I am aware that you are also working, and we hope that the environment you are working in is conducive to your productivity. If you are no longer experiencing a comfy feeling. You need to go back to your house, and we'll get to work together.”

Even after finishing them, I didn’t complete reading the letters. I made a snap decision and headed straight for Zavier’s office. My palm began to shake once more out of terror as he looked at his laptop screen.

“Have you finished getting rid of your friend's body?” He queried, must be proud about killing someone innocent and have nothing to do with your mistakes?

I responded. ”That is not my objective, Zavier.”

He wrinkled his brow thoughtfully. “I need money for my parents,” I quickly told him what I wanted, and he chuckled and closed his laptop after hearing it.

He responds. “Money isn’t my concern, Dian.”

He is currently boasting about his financial success. I don’t even need it. I have no use for his money or anything else related to him—even though there are aspects of him that I dislike, I behave as though I require them all the time.

He complied with the command by croaking, “Come here.” I approach him, but he immediately stands up, which causes my body to become wedged on his table.

As a result, I look down to avoid making eye contact with him.

He inquired, “How much are you looking for?” I heaved a breath out and glanced at myself. “Some money that will be sufficient to pay for my parents’ food and their bills for one month. . .” I mumbled, and he started to giggle as he began to run his fingers over my flesh.

I am aware that my nose does move. I am making a valiant effort to suppress the tears in my eyes.

I am experiencing a lot of fear right now. I have this irrational fear that I will say or do anything that will make him angry. The only thing that is required of me is to behave as though I adore these activities that he is performing.

He was in the process of unbuttoning my shirt; he asked me, “Is $700 000 million good?”

“It’s possible that the Luna saw us. You have to put an end to that—”

“It makes no difference to me, Dianthe. I wanted you,” he cut me off. His tone is low, giving the impression that he is taking what I just said very seriously.

It’s possible that he doesn’t care since he knows that I won’t tell her anything because if I do, my life will still be at risk. He is in a better position.

“Don’t worry, Dianthe. I’ll help your parents. . .” he uttered, but at the same time, he lay me down on the table, hard and aggressively, and it caused me to groan.

A discomfort in the back. . . He was not even considering my cruel treatment of them the other day.

He began to kiss the back of my neck. He can’t help but sniff my chest over and over again. It was an addiction of his, so I swallowed hard, took a long breath, and consented to let him do anything he pleased to coerce him into giving money to my parents.

He came to a stop. He glances at me. “Don't you like it?” he asked. I am aware that he is attempting to exert influence over me.

I can only nod my head. “No, I wanted it, do it,” was my response. I was in too much of a bind. To prevent the death of my parents, I am putting my health in jeopardy and allowing myself to become dirty.

He fixed my hair. “That’s what I liked,” he says as he pulls my skirt down, and now my legs and bruises show up in his eyes. He has no mercy; he smirked and gave his death glare while looking at it.

He always thinks I am with another man, which drives him crazy. He’s likely obsessed, but solely with my physique. He gives off a sinister vibe.

He closed his eyes the entire time he made out with my n*****s. I keep avoiding him. I do not want him to make eye contact with me under any circumstances.

He immediately stopped kissing me. He forcefully grabbed my chin, and I was forced to stare at him with my mouth agape and my eyes wide open.

“What the hell is wrong with you, huh!?” he boomed, grabbing my cheeks and hurting me.

I shake my head.

“Sorry,” I replied; I could hear how he unzipped his pants and thrust his manhood inside me; now he’s inside me.

His movements are enormous. . . I hid my face since I didn’t want to enjoy it more than I already did. The only thing I did was put my hand on his broad shoulder and start crying behind his back.

I didn’t even make a sound, but those tears dripped down my face.

———

I did not stop him from using my body numerous times. I am his s*x slave in every sense of the word. He possessed my body; he required me to obey the orders he gave me. At this very moment, I am having difficulty crying while gazing in the mirror.

I believe that I am the woman who is the dirtiest.

“f**k. f**k. f**k,” I swore three times and then, for some reason, punched the mirror, which resulted in the mirror breaking and my fingers bleeding.

I couldn’t handle it any longer.

A she-wolf just walked in and whacked me upside down for no apparent reason. In this group, they are treating me like crap all the time. I can’t get the term ‘weak’ out of my head.

I heard the murmuring of my wolf that said, “It’s not too late.”

I am making preparations to flee, quite literally, at this moment.

I’ve thought about escaping a million times, but I never seem to develop a comprehensive strategy to carry it off properly.

I let out a long sigh, and then I cast my gaze all across the space we’re in. The she-wolf emerged from the restroom and fixed a deathly stare on me as she stood before me.

Another entrance can be found on the wall. I have discovered a secret that no one else is aware of, but no one else does. I instantly opened it, and it was functioning well.

While walking inside, I could still feel the ache in my back, so I closed the door to keep myself safe.

The back door is located in this room. There is a way out, and there is one more door after that. This area of the castle is known as the rear. I gave it a smirk, kicked it since I was sure it would need a key, and when that didn’t work, I collapsed because I didn’t have the strength that I once did.

“s**t,” I moaned in frustration.

For my luck, I instantly felt something. I found a key in the pocket of my skirt after allowing Zavier to touch me. The key was in my bag. I attempted to open it by using the door, and I was successful.

I am aware that my nose is, moving.

I have no choice but to cry even more.

I continued to run as quickly as I could—and I was able to.

To cover more ground, I changed into wolf form and went weak. However, it weakened and lost control of itself in the hallway street. I ended myself bumping shoulders with a stranger.

I looked at him; my eyes bulged out of their sockets. His sparkling eyes are focused entirely on me. I ignored him and kept running.