Ch. 3
877 Words
I FINALLY GET TO SHOWER!!!!!! I feel sooooo f*****g disgusting. The burns across the my body seethe with pain but I don't give a flying f**k. I get to be clean. I'm scrubbed from head to toe by other s*x slavers owned by Knox. They are careful to not re-open any of my old wounds, whether burns or whip marks.
One girl, I believe her name was Lyla, begins to wash my hair gingerly making sure my hair isn't pulled or torn. As I begin to relax for the first time in weeks, Lyla whispers in my ear.
"Are you her? The Silver Mane?" Her voice quakes. That tells me this is a no no and she needs help getting out too.
"Yes. Do you need help escaping?" I whisper back, keeping my head back and voice low so only she could hear.
She nods quickly, "Master wants to break you. He talks about it all the time. But if you can promise to get me out, I will tell you how to take him down."
My ears perk up, "I swear to you, I will get you out of here. Can you still shift?"
She shakes her head no. "I haven't shifted in months. Girls aren't allowed to. It keeps us subdued."
Well that hinders things. If she can't shift, she can't fight. So I have to carry her and find a way to Spartan my way out of here without getting us killed. Great. "Okay. I have a plan but you have to follow all of my instructions exactly."
She nods again and we continue in silence until we move to dress me for the presentation. Lyla guides me into the room and I realize she is going to be my escort to Knox, which works in my favor.
Now that we're alone, I ask what Knox's weak spot is. And to my amazement, I had already struck it indirectly. His eyes, because they are red and very rare, are extremely sensitive and came be used as an advantage to those who know. Lyla dresses me in a snow white robe, probably to mark my virtue. Gross. Sick bastard. There is still a collar around my neck so Lyla leads me to Knox's lair by leash (completely humiliating). I look around more to assess the surroundings and make sure my plan will work.
Chances of success with no hitches: 25%
Chances of s**t hitting the fan regardless: 100%
Welp might as well have some fun.
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After walking for about 20 minutes, literally through the ENTIRE COMPOUND, we finally make it to Knox's room. The collar must be used a tool to force submission and the walk across the compound was just re-enforcement. I don't know how Lyla or any other girl here has lasted as long as they have. I couldn't imagine being broken to the point of no return. Now I have to save these girls if I can. But I need to confront the demon himself first.
Lyla knocks on the door and says, "Master, I have brought your offering. May we come in?"
There was a pause, an awkward pause. Then a low and rough, "Come in."
Lyla slowly opens the door and we step inside. The room is barely lit by little tiny lanterns that line the room right below the ceiling line. The bed sat in the middle of the room, and surrounding that, nasty clothes soaked in blood. The smell made me wanna throw up right then and there. But I prevailed and swallowed.
Lyla bows to Knox whos back was turned to us. "Master, I present to you the Silver Mane Wolf. A worthy gift for a gracious Alpha."
Are you f*****g kidding me? Is this how all the girls are presented? HE really is a narcissistic, sick bastard. Like seriously, who needs their balls tugged that much EVERY TIME?
I bow to the t**t waffle as he turns around and smiles. "Ahhhhh. Truly a trophy worthy of a king."
He walks over and grabs my chin and forces me to look into his eyes. His red eyes intensely fixed on my silver ones. It's a extreme contrast to my light brown skin and dark hair. It's like polar opposites staring into the abyss.
Without breaking contact he orders, "Leave."
Out of the corner of my eye I see Lyla nod to me and walk out. I told her, "Give me 15 minutes before raising any alarms. Now it's my turn to subdue the Alpha. And what better way than his own game.
I bat my eyelashes flirtatiously, "Oh master Alpha, I graciously offer myself to you. In honor of the Silver Mane Wolf Pack."
I remove my face from his hand and hit my knees in obedience and Knox seems to buy my act. He stands up completely straight and walks toward the bed.
He points. "Bed," He orders. I move swiftly and silently to the bed and sit on the edge. He turns and heads to the bathroom and I hear the water turn on.
Perfect. Now to move into official position. I shimmy myself across the bed and lay across the middle of it posing myself, exposing my leg.
Noel. ETA?
"5 minutes."
Perfect.
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