My Queen

Chapter 1 Karissa POV "Karissa!" There was a whisper just beside me causing me to stir in my sleep. I would have ignored it but the voice called for me again with more urgency. "Karissa!" I opened my eyes to the dim light filtering through the small window of the shabby room that I shared with four other girls. Looking around me in search of the culprit who had frantically called for me in a very quiet manner, I saw my best friend's youngest sister. I am reminded once again of my fate. I used to be a free woman until three days ago. I was taken as loot after a raid on my village, amongst many other girls. "What is it, Nana?" I asked as I sat up from the hard floor. The guards had given us each a very thin piece of clothing to use as makeshift beds. Clothes that couldn't even pass up for a mat. Some of the older girls used theirs to cover from the cold while they laid directly on the floor. "The guards just took out that quiet mute girl. She wasn't breathing," Nana said in a shaky voice. "Oh, that's sad." I shook my head. It was hard to show sympathy at the loss of one life when we weren't even sure about how ours was going to turn out. "I'm scared, Karissa." Nana said in a shaky voice. I had almost forgotten that she was the youngest amongst us women who were looted as trophies for a raid. Nana was only 15 years old but she could be mistaken as 19 because of her body. She had experienced an unbelievable growth spurt at 12years old. I pulled her to my side and hugged her, offering comfort. Her brother who was my best friend had been taken as a slave for hard labor. "Don't be scared. I'll protect you as best as I can. You just be well behaved and also do every chore that you're given without complaint, alright?" I whispered to her. As she nodded in affirmation, I finally looked around the room as my eyes had properly adjusted to the near darkness. Our number of five had really reduced by one. While I rubbed Nana's back and offered her a bit more soothing words, the guards began to knock on the metal doors housing us the slaves. While we came out in an orderly manner, I heard a little bit of mumbling behind. "You in the teal dress, what's your name"? Shivers went down my spine as I turned around. "Me?" I asked with an intense stammer. That seemed to piss the guard off as he looked me dead in the eye. "Is there someone else wearing a teal dress here?" He asked. I shook my head, even though it was clear that there was no way I could see the color of dresses in the dimly lit passage. "Or perhaps you want to die?" He was angry. "No sir," I answered fearfully. "Good. We need some help in the kitchen," he said. I followed him down the opposite side of the dark hallway until we got to a room. I could tell that it served as the kitchen from the number of knives that reflected the light of the rising sun that entered from the tiny windows. It was finally dawn. Nana would be alright. "Go and prepare stewed meat sauce for my boss, and make it snappy." He left me a light to see with and closed the door on his way out. As I turned around flashing the light around the corners of the room, I caught glimpse of something and stopped to really see what it was. "Ah!!!" I screamed at the top of my voice. It was frightening to see. "What's going on here"? It was the man who led me to the kitchen. I pointed shakingly at the kitchen shelf, it was a human-like arm on the shelf. He let out an angry growl as his eye colored changed. It was like nothing I had ever seen or heard before. That sent more fear down my body than the sight I beheld. This must be the difference between normal werewolf pack villages and big shot ones that trained their Alphas. "If you don't want to die, don't make another fuss or I swear to god you will be our next meal." I was too scared to reply. "Nod if you understand," he yelled. I nodded in accordance as he dashed out of the room. I proceeded to start cutting chunks out of the arm but surprisingly I didn't feel nauseous. It was as if I had adapted to the sight of human meat. I began to feel a tingling sensation and hunger. Why do I feel like I could eat it? I slapped myself back to reality as I was already boiling and stewing the food. When the food was ready, I called out to the guard. "This meal better be tasty or you're dead," he said. He smiled as he took a taste from the meal. Wasn't there normally supposed to be a head maid or housekeeper to supervise the maids and slaves? "You might be useful after all, serve the food in plates and arrange them in two trays." He instructed and sat down to nibble on a piece of meat that he had taken from the pot. "I am done," I said. My head was bowed in fear. I couldn't let myself agitate the man. "Follow me with the food," he said. And I did. He led me down the hall, then up the stairs as we approached a door with the inscription 'I AM GOD'. The guard knocked twice while I stared at the writing on the door. It was obnoxious and I imagined that an overly proud man lived in this very room. "Your food is ready boss." "Send it in." From the other side of the door, a voice said raspily. It sent a chill down my spine and a thrill to my brain. "Go in, and oh, have a great time," he said with a smile while I entered the room, wondering what he meant by that last part.