Wolf's den

Chapter1

Chapter one

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I sighed for the hundredth time, looking at the door of the house and damn it

When my father was late, the evening had come, and it is terrifying when I sit alone in this deserted place. I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of footsteps and the voice of one of the men saying in a strong tone, “The scoundrel said she is inside, bring her!”

I looked at the door in shock. I passed by it as I quickly opened my room. I closed the door forcefully as I looked at the window in panic. I looked in horror at the door as it opened and I heard some outside sounds. Many men were standing in front of the house and many black cars. I trembled as I looked for my father. I want to see him and tell him how much I am. I was afraid, but to my shock I found someone breaking itThe door is my father and some men with him, telling them to take me.!

I looked at my father in horror as I was screaming at him for help. I saw him approaching me, saying in an ecstatic tone as if he was enjoying my terror and pain, “I’m sorry, my dear, for what I did, but they promised to give me drugs if I handed over a virgin prostitute to them, and I did not find a more beautiful woman than my daughter to give her to them, so smile and enjoy, my love.!”

I screamed in distress, trying to get away from them with all my might, and I saw them holding the anesthetic needle and inserting it into my arm, and the last thing I saw was my father’s face smiling with happiness that killed me!

Since what happened, I have been sitting in a large room that looks like an old warehouse. There are many, many girls, young and old, and I swear there are children who are not more than four years old. Every two hours, a man enters the room in which I am sitting. He chooses a girl and takes her into the black room.

I sighed as I saw one of the men entering the room. It seemed from his appearance that he was extremely wealthy. He was wearing a watch worth the price of an entire city. I will not talk about his shoes. I laughed at myself when I was astonished. Since my arrival, everyone who enters the room appears from his appearance to be one of the wealthy people of the country. They come to choose girls as if they were stuffed dolls. They indulge their desires on us, then they throw us away like a worn-out piece, damn itAnd whoever did not throw us away like pieces of paper, even my father sold me. I tried not to think about it, because it hurts when I think about it. I have to focus on the scoundrel who looks at us with this savage look as if we were one of his prey. We are not just children, the oldest of us is nineteen!!

The man looked at all the girls, then he chose a fifteen-year-old girl. I know her very well. She is innocent and young. I spoke to her twice when I came. She was trying to belittle me, saying that I should not despair, as my father would certainly find me at that time. I suppressed my laughter while trying not to burst into tears, telling her that the scoundrel who He sold me to my father and damn it!!

I suppressed my pain as I saw her crying as they took her inside the room. To listen for a little while to the sound of screaming, I covered my ears hard, and I heard the sound of screaming increasing inside the black room, that is its name. Whoever enters it does not come out as it was. After the man enters the girl, nothing is heard except the sound of strong screams, then It comes out from where it entered and it is soaked in her blood and part of her faceIt had been shattered, and certainly a part of her soul had been lost inside, and here I sit like every day waiting for the sound to end. I put my hands on my ears and almost pull out my ear. Finally, the sound has ended. I am surprised by one of the men approaching me, and next to him is a strange man whom I have never seen before. He seems to be a guard for those inside the room.

I shuddered at Al-Harith’s looks, especially when he added in a malicious tone, “The matter is not over yet, Mr. would like this one too.!”

I looked at him in horror, but it did not last long when the other guard hit his hands, adding in a strong tone, “You cannot, it belongs to the wolf!”

The man looked at him in shock, swallowing what was in his stomach, and I was certain from his look full of panic that he had wet his pants, especially when he quickly looked away from me.

I looked at the guard in surprise, and I saw him walking away from me, adding in a sad tone, “Damn, you are too young to be his property. You have bad luck, little girl!”

He continued his words, quickly turning away from me, leaving me looking at him in astonishment and incomprehension. Who is the wolf? How can he own me?

These are all questions that ran through my mind and I did not find a clear answer to them. It seems that the matter did not take long because I quickly became on my way to the wolf’s palace. After ten minutes, the guard came with a look full of panic, looking at me while repeating in his commanding tone, “Come on, you will go!”

She looked at him in horror, adding in a tone full of panic

“Where are you taking me?

He did not answer me while holding my hand. The strange thing is that he was wearing gloves. I have been the only one since I came yesterday and no one has touched me. Everyone was touching them as they wanted except me. No one touched me, and when that happens, whoever touches me is wearing gloves.

No one looked at my face as they put me into the car. I looked at the road in front of me in horror. What awaits me there? Who is the wolf? How will I get out of this place?

I swallowed as I saw the car parked in front of one of the towering palaces. I looked in astonishment and horror at this huge edifice, and how I would get out of it with all these guards.!!

It seems that my exit from the wolves' den is impossible. The men got out of the car and opened the door for me. I looked at them with fear, looking back, looking for an exit to escape from, to find all sides surrounded by guards!!

She swallowed and the guard looked at the ground, saying in a shaky tone

“Madam, enter the palace, the master is waiting for you!!

I screamed in horror, adding in an angry tone, “I will not go to any damnation. I want to get out of here. I am not a damned doll.”

He did not answer me as he forced me into the palace. I screamed in horror as I stood in the lobby.

He added in anger

“You bastard, don't leave me here!

My cries turned from anger to pleading, and I added with sobbing gasps, “Please, I want to go. I will not bear what he will do to me. Please let me go. I am not a damned doll. Please leave me. I am only eighteen. Please.!!

He did not respond to me as he looked in front of him in horror, then he walked away as if he had seen a ghost, and so did everyone else, leaving me standing terrified. I tried to run after them, to find someone holding my hands tightly, pinning my body, and he hugged me, saying in a deep tone next to my ear, his breath on the side of my face, “Don’t move, Sophie. I didn't want to tear your damned neck off.!!

I gasped hard. I looked behind me to see a man wearing a black suit. I looked at his features in astonishment. He had handsome features like a fashion model. I will not talk about his height, which is twice my height. His brown eyes and black hair really fascinated me, and with this handsomeness, he was intimidating because of his aura and the way he looked at me. I was greatly terrified! !

He noticed my frightened look and smiled darkly, adding the deep lilt of his voice and his manly breath on my face.

“Did they touch you?

I did not understand his words, and I was still mesmerized by his approach and his appearance. He looked at me intensely, repeating his words, “To repeat my question again, did they touch you, Sophie?!”

I swallowed as I moved my head without him smiling, getting closer and our faces were not even an inch apart, saying in a strong tone, “It is good that they know the consequences of touching what is mine!”

She swallowed with a shaky tone

“Who are you and what do you want from me?

He smiled as he placed his hands on my waist, bringing my body close to him, his face pressed to mine, contemplating my features, and his hands running on my cheeks. He came closer and said in my ear, “Who am I to own you and what do I want? I want to own you, Sophie.”