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Slave 1: A Life of Suffering

Slave 1: A Life of Suffering

“You f*****g worthless wench!”

Lady Vida lashed out at me for accidentally staining her dress, which she planned to wear on her date with her long-time crush, Young Master Jackson. He’s the son of Moonbane Pack’s Beta, and Young Master Donnel’s best friend, the next alpha.

As a lowly slave within the Moonbane Pack, I had endured a life of suffering and this kind of scene had become normal for me. My current assignment was to serve Lady Vida Allen, the precious daughter of the alpha, one of my cruelest tormentors.

Vida Allen was a spoiled and arrogant girl, accustomed to getting her way. She treated me and the other slaves with contempt, expecting us to cater to her every whim. She would often find ways to torment us, taking pleasure in our suffering.

She would often demand unnecessary tasks, berate us for the slightest mistake, and take pleasure in inflicting pain and humiliation upon us. Her cruelty was matched only by her selfishness and her belief in her own superiority.

I had learned to adapt to her cruelty, to find ways to cope with the abuse and the humiliation. I had learned to hide my emotions, to suppress my anger and my fear. But despite my efforts, the trauma of my experiences has left deep scars, both physically and emotionally.

“You i***t! You can’t do anything right!” She snarled, yanking my hair. I felt like my scalp would be pulled off at any moment. It hurts, but I was numb to even feel the pain anymore. This was nothing compared to the abuse she had inflicted on me before. “Are you aware of how costly this dress is?!” She shoved my head on the ground with brutal force, and I was too weak to resist.

My head slammed into the floor, and in an instant, I just felt a sharp pain shooting through me and a warm liquid trickling down my forehead. I felt dizzy and disoriented as I endured the pain like I used to. This was just another day in the life of a slave.

“Urgghh! I want to f*****g kill you right now!” As I was still trying to pull myself together, she kicked me again and it landed on my ribs. It caused a sharp pain and I struggled to catch my breath. “Now, what am I going to wear tonight?! You’re trying to ruin my date with him, aren’t you?!” She grabbed my hair again, pulling my head back, and there, I saw her familiar sharp and menacing eyes. “How many times do I need to repeat myself? Jackson is out of your league! Why would he want someone as worthless and slave as you?!”

I’ve heard those words countless times from Lady Vida. Her words were like poison which dipped with contempt, and it was aimed solely at me. Her words were like slow-acting poison, and over the years I have become emotionally numb because of her.

She frequently accused me of seducing Young Master Jackson, yet I had no interest in him. That man was known for his womanizing ways, his penchant for cruelty, and his disregard for the suffering of others. I had no desire to be involved with someone so despicable.

Lady Vida’s accusations were a constant source of stress and anxiety for me. I knew that she was simply looking for any excuse to punish me. I was innocent, yet I was being treated as a guilty party. But what should I expect from a slave like me?

The door creaked open, followed by a familiar terrifying voice, “That’s enough, sister. Father wants to see us in his office,” it was Young Master Donnel’s chilling voice that interrupted Lady Vida’s tirade. “Leave that pathetic worthless slave. You can play with her again later,” he continued, and his tone was laced with a hint of familiar menace.

Lady Vida pushed my head back with force again, but this time, it wasn’t enough for me to hit the floor. “Get this trash out of my sight!” She ordered the maids, who had been watching the whole scene.

The maids dragged me out of her room, their grip on my arms so tight it felt like they were trying to crush my bones. Too weak to stand on my own, I stumbled to the floor, my knees slamming against the hard surface with a painful impact.

I heard the maids laughing mockingly at me as they walked away. Ignoring their taunts, I sighed and wiped the blood away from my face with one hand while using the other to lean against the wall for support. I was still dizzy, but I forced myself to keep walking towards my room.

The pack members, such as the maids and pack warriors, were used to seeing me in this state. It had become normal for them, wherein they see my body was always covered in bruises, and new wounds inflicted before the old ones could even heal.

As a wolfless slave, I lacked the abilities possessed by others in the pack. Without the ability to heal myself, my body was always covered with wounds and bruises. As the only slave within the Moonbane Pack without a wolf, I endured a disproportionate amount of suffering.

It was nothing short of a miracle that I had survived till now. A sigh of relief left my mouth when I finally reached the place solely for slaves, located in the left-wing annex. This annex was off-limits to other pack members except for the slaves and the Allen family.

This was an abandoned building, and I resided in one of its empty cells. My cell was cold and empty, containing only a few old, patched-up clothes. I also only had a single, thin old blanket that barely protected me from the cold and a hard pillow that I only made.

My only source of light was a small window, barely large enough to let in any natural light. But this small window was also the one that provided me with some comfort every night. Especially that I feared the dark. I sat in the corner of this small, prison when I heard a familiar voice.

“B-Behati…”

I glanced at Maya, who lay weakly on the cold floor of her cell, her body covered in wounds and bathed in her own blood. A shiver ran down my spine at the sight, but I forced myself to remain calm. The sight of blood had always filled me with fear, but I did my best to avoid succumbing to panic.

Maya was a fellow slave, a young woman who had been subjected to the same cruelties as I. She had been beaten, and her wounds were healing slowly. Her injuries were horrific, her body a testament to the brutality of our masters.

With trembling knees, I approached Maya’s cell and I knelt beside her, watching Maya’s labored breathing. Her shallow breaths, reminiscent of someone on the brink of death, filled me with a sense of dread and despair.

“D-Don’t let that monster n-near you…” she whispered, her voice barely a breath. “P-Protect yourself… from h-him…” she added, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and desperation.

Her eyes wide with terror, pleaded with me to heed her warning. I could see the pain and suffering etched on her face, a stark reminder of the horrors she had endured. I nodded, as tears welled up in my eyes as I realized what fate awaited Maya…

A vision I had previously seen in my dreams…



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