CHAPTER 2: SOLD
1592 Words
FLORIDA'S POV
"Taste the food first, Florida," my stepfather said, a malicious smile playing on his lips.
I was extremely terrified, there was no way I would taste the food knowing I had put something in it. However, I had no choice and I didn't want to anger him further.
I swallowed emptiness as I picked up the spoon, my hand was shaky as I attempted to put the piece of food in my mouth.
Just as I was about to eat it, my stepfather slapped my hand away and pushed me to the floor. "Oh my! You thought I would let you eat it? Silly girl!" he snarled lowly at me, his eyes filled with beastliness. "You're only here to serve me, not to eat my food."
I was completely speechless but deep down, I sighed in relief, I was almost caught!
“I was only playing with you, after all, I'm your stepfather,” he hissed as he started to munch the food. “Your stupid mother left you behind with me, what a vicious woman!”
I remained silent and watched him relish in the food I made for him, and a glint of satisfaction gushed through me.
“What are you still doing here, get out of my sight right now!” My stepfather growled, his voice was so loud that I nearly jumped out of my skin.
I hurried to the stairs and dashed to my room.
This was the first time in my life that I was happily willing to obey him. After all, I knew in less than five minutes, my plan would turn into action!
While I was inside my room, I could still hear the loud snort of my stepfather and the clattering of his spoon against the plate.
It was not soon enough that everywhere became silent, and I suggested that he must have fallen asleep.
Carefully, I stepped out of my room after I had packed a small bag filled with my clothes and I ambled down the stairs.
I c****d my head cautiously and my eyes widen in relief, relieved to find my stepfather fast asleep, his snores echoing through the dining area.
It seemed the sedative I added to his food had worked. Now was my chance to escape!
Quietly, I crept out of the house, my heart pounding in my chest.
I was having mixed feelings; happiness, restlessness, and unsettled kind.
What if my attempt to escape didn't work?
What if I was caught?!
Nevertheless, I can't go back now since I have already taken action, I can't let this opportunity slip out of my hand.
I had to get as far away as possible before my stepfather woke up. I could only hope that my plan would work and that I would be able to start a new life, away from this pack, free from their abuse and wickedness.
The moon was high in the sky as I slinked through the pack, hiding behind houses as I made my way to the pack border.
My heart pounded in my chest, my legs were jelly out of anxiety. I knew that if I was caught, I would be punished severely.
As I made my way towards the pack border, I made sure I kept my head down and my mild footsteps were light.
I could see the guards patrolling in the distance, and I ducked behind a tree to avoid being seen.
My heart rate grew increasingly, and my palms were sweaty. I felt like a trapped animal, desperate to escape.
After I’d made sure everywhere was clear and no soul was in sight, I ran like my life depended on it, I didn't even glance back for once.
When I finally reached the border. I stood there, breathing deeply, trying to calm my nerves.
I made it!
A wide smile crept on my face, my joy knew no bounds. Now I just had to figure out where to go from here.
However, just as I was about to move on, my stomach dropped as I saw my stepfather and the guards approaching before me.
No way!
I gasped shockingly and my eyes widened, 'm I dreaming?!
I saw…. I saw him fall asleep!
“No, no, no, no,” I panicked intensely, my body trembling in fear.
The pack guards were everywhere, they surrounded me as if they’d caught a thief while my stepfather moved toward me.
I had been so close to escaping, and now I was trapped!
"Tsk!” He hissed mockingly, “You really thought you could escape?" My stepfather sneered, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
I trembled frightfully, moving back in my steps as he inched closer to me with a sly grin.
“Let… let me go, leave me alone!” I shuttered, trying to hide my fear.
"Oh Flory, you are not as clever as you think you are,” he rolled his eyes in contempt. “You thought I didn't see the particle you out in my food? I was only trying to make a fool out of you and you have yourself away!”
He laughed with cruelty, and I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest.
So he knew? He knew all along!
At that moment, I was damn afraid of him and sad at the same that I had been so close to escaping, but now I was back to square one.
Why moon goddess?!
Why me?!
I had failed and now I was caught, I couldn't even imagine what this wicked man and the pack guards would do to me now.
“Grab her!” My stepfather ordered, growling.
Immediately the pack guards lunged at me and my fight or flight instinct kicked in.
I thrashed with them and fought with my strength, but it was no use.
The guards were too strong, and I was quickly clutched.
“Leave me alone! Leave me!” I was screaming my lungs out, but suddenly I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.
And then.… everything went black.
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I don't know how long I must have passed out but when my eyes fluttered open, I was still bound with chains and gagged, lying on the floor of an empty room.
Through my blurry eyes, I looked up and I saw Damian staring down at me, his face cold and cold-blooded.
"You're really making this difficult for yourself," he said lazily.
“I hate you!” I shouted but I coughed after, my throat was dry as I glanced around.
“Where… where are we?” I shuttered, and my heart sank as I took in my surroundings.
“Darkmoon pack!” He answered and sat on the chair in front of him.
What!
“Dark…moon?” My eyes widened, and my breath hitched.
Darkmoon pack was the most strongest, and powerful pack among the four other packs.
They were known for their cruelty, brutality, and their hunger for blood.
Darkmoon Pack was ruled by the powerful Lycan King, Derek Asher McCarthy.
He's a no-nonsense man, aloof and extremely ruthless.
Hearing that I was in his pack, I knew I was in grave danger.
"W-why am I here?" I asked Damian, my voice shaking.
"Because you're my stepdaughter, and I can do whatever I want with you," he grinned, his eyes glinting with malice. "You should have known better than to try and escape from me, Florida Catherina Cummings" He spat my full name with disgust.
I felt a ripple of terror wash over me. I struggled with the chains but it was of no use.
I looked up at him again with teary eyes, I was helpless and vulnerable…
“Please don't do this to me,” I sobbed, but he scoffed at me.
I lowered my head powerlessly, I couldn't escape so I had no option but to remain numb…
I was at Damian’s mercy, and I didn't know what he had in store for me.
Abruptly the door of the room opened, and two heavily built guards walked in.
My stepfather sprang to his feet when he saw another man entering, he was royally outfitted and the aura around him screamed… death.
My heart nearly stopped as I took in the sight of the man who had just entered the room. He was extremely tall and imposing, with a fierce gaze that made me want to shrink away.
But it was his eyes that truly unsettled me –they were the color of a stormy sky, filled with power and danger.
And then it hit me —this was the Lycan King!
The most feared and powerful Lycan in the land was in front of my eyes. He was the stuff of nightmares, and I was face-to-face with him.
"So this is the little rebel," the Lycan King snarled, his voice low and menacing.
“Y-yes, my King!” Damian fell on his knees, raw trepidation visible in his eyes.
This was the first time in my life I’d seen him being frightened of anyone or anything. If not for my current situation, I’d have laughed.
When I saw the Lycan king’s burning eyes on me, I was damn afraid and I felt I would pee on my pants.
How could a man like him be so scary and terrorizing?
“She is… she's the one I'm willing to sell to you my King,” Damian greedily shuttered.
What!
He was selling me off to the Lycan King?!
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