I closed the door and slumped back to the bed, feeling my eyes close instantly.
This is just a dream, Kira. It will all be over soon…
Except it wasn’t. When I woke up the next day, it was too good to be true. Or not.
Mark was already waiting by the door with a food tray in hand.
“Here’s your food,” said Mark, smiling at me. “The food is at the packhouse, and I think you are not ready to face the others yet.”
This is what I hadn’t experienced compared to the time I lived in my father's and step mothers house.
I guess I shouldn’t judge my new place. Although my physics teacher and schoolmate transferee are here and I’m confused, it's a bit…not disappointing.
Instead, I’m expecting the worst.
Be a s*x slave?
Although the “alpha” he calls him has assured me he won’t do anything l
