The Alpha King's Harlot

Thalia's POV “Serve these two customers well and who knows? We might get some tips to ease your debt" Madame Lilith's voice pierced my ears, making me shiver in fear. Her brown eyes squinted as she fiddled with her curly red hair, and I realized that I hadn't responded yet. I nodded vigorously. “Ye..yes, Madame Lilith" I stuttered, my voice hoarse with tears. It has always been like that. Living in terror. Fear of making a little mistake that could have me locked up in that nightmare of a room for the next five days with no food or water. A loud bang jolted me out of my thoughts. “Get to work!" She barked, her eyes filled with disdain. “Head to the next hut!" I stood up sloppily, my two legs trembling. The pain was unbearable, but I ignored it and dashed out of the room. I halted the moment I was sure she had her eyes off me. Tears trickled down my eyes as I dragged my feet towards my workstation. Not like it was a job worth boasting about. I was a damn harlot. I grew up as one. It all began five years ago when that strange woman murdered my mother in cold blood. The figure of the woman holding a silver blade remained fresh in my memories. Since my mother was an harlot with so much debt left unpaid, Madame Lilith made sure I took her place against my will. Now, I had to pay my mother's debt and mine too. I was made to please numerous customers everyday to make money I'd never set my eyes on. My body was no longer mine. I was molested and abused, but each time I complained, I ended up getting dcolded. Now, it had become a norm. Sleeping around was like an addiction I couldn't stop. This brothel was a nightmare but I couldn't run neither could I take my life. Madame Lilith made sure to employ guards to watch everyone working in her brothel to stop us from escaping or killing herself. Maybe my suffering would have been less if I had shifted like every other harlot under the full moon. That was two years ago. To everyone, I was invincible. A curse. Hell was an understatement of what I had faced. My thoughts ended the moment I stood before an old door. My heart thumped wildly against my chest as I pictured how the two bastards looked like. Pot bellied? Bony? Old or young? “Hahahaha" Their laughter broke out, loud and disgusting. They were clearly drunk. The last time I spent the night with two men was twelve years ago. Madame Lilith called it a ritual to initiate every fresh harlot. I shook my head softly. Enough brooding; I had to work. I wiped my dried tears with the back of my palm, pushing the door open with my other hand. The door creaked open. Their laughter ceased as I walked in. Sitted comfortably on the old bed was a fat man with a bald head, holding a jar of alcohol in his hand. The second man stood in front of him, his hands akimbo. His long hair seemed to cover a huge scar on the left side of his face. “b***h, what took you so long?!" The bald head cursed, his voice hoarse. “At least, she's here" The lanky one chuckled, his voice laced with danger. Their lewd gazes made my skin crawl. “I…I…I'm sorry” I stammered. Offering an apology was the best thing I could do. Else I was reported to Madame Lilith. The punishment was worse than being r***d. “Don't apologize. Serve us well" The lanky man snarled. He walked past me and closed the door. Then he walked back and sat beside his partner. “Hmm.. let's enjoy the show" The bald head snickered, gulping his alcohol. “Can't wait to see what you have hidden under those rags of yours" The lanky man chipped in. “I hope it's better than your ugly face." A resounding laughter erupted instantly. I swallowed their insult silently. It wasn't their fault that I had no time to clean up after each service. I wasn't allowed to breath. “Strip!” The bald man ordered, and my blood froze. My hands mechanically found the zip of my torn dress. I unzipped, letting it drop to the ground. The men gasped in shock, drooling hard. I wasn't moved. Men had always praised me for having a good body. “Remove those underwears" The bald man ordered, his voice laced with impatience. I reluctantly obeyed. “Now, come closer" He added. I took a deep breath and dragged my feet till I was close to enough to feel their breaths on my stomach. Without warning, the bald man grabbed my boobs squeezing it hard. I winced in pain, but he didn't let go. “She's full" The lanky one stated, slapping my ass. I felt dirty. No, I was dirty. Suddenly, the windows opened and a huge breez blew in. The attention of the two men were drawn to the window. “It's about to start" The bald one uttered solemnly, piquing my interest. What was he talking about? The lanky one exhaled. “I'd always thought the fire rain was a myth until the Alpha sent out that order. Now, we get to see for ourselves." “I heard it happens every 100 years. Looks like we're privileged" The bald man added. I was utterly confused. A myth? An order? The men didn't let me process my thoughts before dropping a bombshell. “I think we should hurry up with her before the rain gets heavy" The bald man suggested, making the lanky one nod in agreement. “Instead of taking turns, let's have her together" He stated, his lips curved into a mischievous smirk. I gasped in horror, stumbling back. “That..that wasn't the agreement" I stuttered, my body trembling. The bald man snapped. “Who cares? We paid, didn't we? Just do your job!" "What?!” I spat. "That's against the rule of the brothel.” “You have no say. Allow us deal with that greedy Madame of yours" The lanky man uttered, standing up. "I'm going for your ass.” He grabbed my hand without warning. Wait. Don't tell me he_ Suddenly, he pulled me into my arms, his grip tight. The bald man stood behind me, pressing his throbbing member against my ass. No. I knew my life was messed up, but this was going to dim the tiny flicker of hope I had left. “Let me go, please" I begged desperately, struggling hopelessly. The men laughed wickedly. “In your dreams" The lanky man scoffed, slamming his lips against mine. I bit his lips subconsciously, making him groan in pain. “Hiss..you w***e!" He yelled angrily, landing a hot slap on my face. I endured the pain, refusing to give up. I had always let them do whatever they wanted to my body, but not this. Only the moon goddess knew where the strange strength in body came from. I raised my left knee, hitting the man's member. He groaned in pain, falling on his knees. The bald man behind me gasped in shock. “What are_" I was quick to evade his hands. I pushed him away and he lost balance. Then I grabbed my dress and ran to the exit. Such weaklings. I thought I was weak but theirs was way above mine. "Wait.. don't go. The fire” The bald man stated, his voice laced with caution. I didn't care. I could bear the consequences of my action later. I dashed out of the hut while struggling to put my dress on. The cold grass wet my bare feet as I ran with no destination in mind. Suddenly, something huge landed right in front of me. I thought I was in the dreamland. It was a huge rock clothed with fire. Not just any fire; a blue fire. Great trepidation filled my heart as I took another route. I threw a quick glance at the sky, and the next thing I saw sent cold shivers down my spine. It was raining fire. The sky was covered with the same rocks. Maybe I should have listened to those men. Instantly, my life flashed before my eyes. I was definitely going to die an harlot. I thought I would one day find the woman who killed my mother and have my revenge, but it seemed I was indeed clothed with bad luck. Tears trickled down my face as I halted, looking at the huge rock above me. So this was it? My mother's bright smile popped up in my head. Maybe it was for the best. At least, I was free.