Chapter 2
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Tears of humiliation choke Angie's throat. She fisted her hands on her thighs, trying not to give in to the urges of covering herself from him.
When he looked at her body, his eyes didn't change. No flash of lust. Nothing. They stared at each other, malice apparently evident between them. Her's was hatred but Alpha Derek's own wasn't just hate...it was loathe. Full raw hatred and rage. There is no warmth in his eyes.
Disgust flashed in his eyes.
His eyes lowered then rested on her breast. He circled her n*****s then he pinched so hard. Angie cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated throughout her body. He held her nub tight and looked at her, "I will give back to you in spades of what you did to Jacinta and Melinda. I will so much deal with you to the extent that.... Your Master, Armando will scream pains in his grave. Maybe when you get to hell, you can relay my greetings."
Angie nodded quickly, wishing he would let go of her hurting n*****s but instead, he twisted them harder until her eyes watered, "You will address me as Master, just like my slaves....only more"
His lips curved into a savage smile, only filled with so much hatred, "Surely, you know how a servant serves her Master? After all, Armando taught you well"
"Yes yes.... please let it go....let it go" Angie cried. He pinched harder, "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master" Angry tears overflowed her eyes. She hated that word more than anything because of how demeaning it is. She hate to serve someone. She hate to be a slave. She hate to live the life of another.
He let go almost immediately and backed off, his face devoid of emotions.
When she thought he was done, he palmed one of her breasts, the one with abused n*****s, "Stand" He commands.
Angie stood on her shaky legs. Everywhere hurts.
"Archie" He barked.
Angie froze and tried to get away from Derek. To seek cover for the state of her undress, but his hand holding her breast tightened, holding her in place and stopping her movement.
"Your highness" The big man entered, staring at his Alpha.
"Take a good look at this slave. Do you like what you see?"Derek asked.
Archie's eyes went through Angie's body and she could only wish that the ground would open up and swallow her.
Lust blanketed Archie's eyes as he looked at Angie hungrily, "Can I touch?"He asked eagerly.
"Another time. Go out"
Archie stared at Derek and Angie discover that there is this look in the man's eyes whenever he is staring at his Alpha. It was not hate....but she can't place her hands on that look yet.
Archie walked out of the cell.
"Guards" Derek called. He didn't have to raise his voice. The two guards appeared but Derek's cold eyes never left hers for once.
she hates him as much as he hate her too.
"Tell the servants to bath my slaves and once I'm done here, send her to my chambers"
"Yes, your highness" The guards were reluctant because they were staring at Angie's state of undress.
She focused on Derek, with anger and hatred in her eyes. He released her breast finally. "I will hurt you so much that you will find death but you will see none. I will share you with as many as I want....I will make you my puppet, my pawn...my toy...to be played with and tossed aside"
Fear was an entity in Angie's vision. It was hard not to show it. She knew all these will happen even before she signed the contract but her father's health was the most important.
"I will break you Shanaya!"
"I am not Shanaya! I am Angie and you can never break me, you monster!" These words tore from Angie's lips.
her eyes widened because she talked back at him. Slaves do not talk back to their masters or there will be punishments.
Derek didn't disappoint. He grabbed her chain and yanked so hard on them.
She cried out.
His eyes flashed gold and he tilted her chin up, his hold was so strong, "I like seeing so much fire because I will love to quench all of them. You have no idea what I have in store for you...or maybe you do because afterall, you were once a murderer"
I am not Shanaya! She almost screamed at him again.
Pure hatred dripped from his cold eyes, "Your training starts tonight. You will be my pawn on the field"
He got up and stalked out of the cell like a huge lethal panther.
Alpha Derek ordered the guards to make sure Angie was bathed but instead the guards dragged her out of the cold cell to a big carriage outside. She does not understand what was happening but she saw myself being thrown into the midst of girls who were also rough looking from torture like her
The door of the carriage was shut and the next thing she heard was..
"Go faster! Walk faster! Hurry..." And with male servants being whipped. Her mind went into a turmoil. Sge do not understand what was happening nor where we were being taken too. The same fear on her face was on every other girls face.
Although scared but she is not like the other girls because she had long accepted my fate.
She curled herself in a ball, awaiting for the long wished death to come and take her soul.
"Older sister!" A soft hand tapped her. The girl was so docile, little and maybe fourteen years of age. She reminds her so much of Elena, her blood sister. It made a sad smile play on her lips.
"What is your name?" She asked the little girl.
"Everyone calls me blonde, what is your name?" She asked back.
"I.... I'm...." She paused. She do not know what to tell. To tell that she is Angie or Shanaya.
"Shanaya"Angie muttered at last.
"What did you do wrong?" Blonde questioned further..
Angie pressed her lips together. Her guess was right, Blonde is a little innocent thing. She doesn't even know about the notorious Shanaya who committed several atrocities.
"I caused trouble" Angie replied, simply. And then, her stomach made some strange noise, reminding her that she haven't eaten anything for the past two days.
"Older sister, are you hungry?"Blonde asked, she dipped her hand into her corset and brought out a well wrapped doughnut which she shared into two halves.
"Here..." She gestured.
"Thank you" Angie smiled, sadly. She munched on the snack silently.
"I wonder where they are taking us too, I'm afraid" Blonde said.
"I'm here, do not be afraid " Angie pacified.
When the carriage stopped, a loud noise followed, "get down! Hurry up! Get down!" They were pushed as if they were some worthless vegetables.
"Get in! Get in! Hurry" The slave trainer yelled. Angie held Blonde's hand tightly and they rushed into one of the tenths.
There was a large table in the tenth with new clothes. Pure white slave dress.
The girls started picking the uniform one after the other. Confusion was written all over their faces.
"New clothes?"
"These materials are so nice....why are they giving us new clothes?"
"Look there's a character at the back of these clothes."
"What is this character?"
"I cannot read either?" The girls started murmuring.
"Older sister, I feel like something is off" Blonde panicked. Angie was also in panick as well but she tried to keep hers at bay. I don't know what fate has in store for her, but whatever comes her way, she surely signed her own fate and it is what she can never change.
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