Chapter Four
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HELLO STRANGER
Amanda POV
I could feel the quakes in my legs as he spoke those words. The idea of being stripped to prove whatsoever wasn't enough of a reason for them to see what I had in store.
"Sure, she's the one," the guard defended.
"Show me the tattoo," the voice came once again. Only this time it was more ferocious and far straight forward than the last time.
"Sire, I'm new, so I don't think I'll be able to..." The sound of a groan left me curious as to what happened. Was he sent out? Did he use some kind of mystical power? What happened?
"Never disobey me," his voice came resonating in my ears. I was still trying to figure out what had happened when I heard a thud.
The thought of running came through, but I dare not accept it if I wanted to see the light again.
Suddenly I began to hear footsteps. They were louder and far more dominant than that of the guard. I could feel my whole body trembling as I felt his aura.
"Now to see if I got the right package," his voice rained down on me. I was about to move when I felt his hands on my back, large, smooth, and comfortable. With the next move, my gown was ripped off, and it came crumbling down in a matter of seconds.
"Maybe he wasn't lying afterwards," his voice lingered in my ears. Embarrassment filled me as I heard him chuckle. Was this what they meant by cruel? This was literally brutal and unreasonable?
His hands moved to my face, rubbing my cheeks a little before unstrapping the blindfold. After a while of blurry vision, I could finally focus on the objects around me.
"You, you're..." I gasped seeing the face in front of me.
"You look surprised. Same way I did when I saw the tattoo at your back," he whispered into my ears.
It all just wasn't looking real. The cruel Alpha of the Crescent moon pack appeared to be the stranger I had a rump with the night before. What an ecstasy!
"Can you free from these cuffs?" I asked politely. He gazed at me with one of those grins Kevin used when he wanted to neglect something.
"Those cuffs are for your protection. Without them, you'd be like this useless guard," he declared.
Yes, the guard. I had been so perplexed to see the stranger that I had forgotten about the poor guard who refused to strip me. Without wasting time, I searched the room with my eyes, and a horrible view crossed my sight.
The guard was lying cold on the floor with claw marks all over him. His blood ravaged his soul to depart to the higher grounds where he could be free from his misery.
"What did you do to him?" I questioned the horrifying sight before me.
"What does it look like? He's dead because he refused to comply with my command. That could be you if you refuse to adhere to my laws," he blurted out as he trailed the room.
I wanted my gown back on, as I didn't like the idea of him staring at me in bras and underwear. Even though he had seen it all before, I was determined to keep it sacred once more. I began to bend my head in a bid to cover, but his chuckles discouraged me.
"You're quite the clown. You'll fit perfectly as a maid," he retired back to his creepy chair. The chair was one made with femurs and humerus of humans, and to top it there was a skull on top where he rested his head.
"It would be nice if you could send me back to my pack. That way we won't have to set eyes on each other any more," I suggested.
I thought he would chuckle, but he didn't. His grin turned into a ferocious frown and he snapped his finger.
A lady in a black jumpsuit walks in; her eyes were dark and her hair darker. She was the true definition of a fallen angel, beautiful but dark.
"Sophia, fix the new slave in. Change her clothes, but don't remove those cuffs; she'll learn to work with it," he commanded.
"Yes, Sir Nathaniel," she responded. Her gaze shifted towards me, and I could see the intimidating look she was gifting me.
"Can't I get something to walk out with? I don't want anyone seeing me like this," I requested but kept quiet immediately; their eyebrows furrowed upwards.
The journey to the dressing room was quite embarrassing. The guards just couldn't stop looking at me. Who wouldn't stop to steal a glance at my beautiful body?
"Wrap her up in the maid's uniform," the lady said as she uncuffed my hands. The maids quickly grabbed me before I could make a move and took me to the shower.
After a long bath, I was dressed in a white and blue gown, which I believed was more detestable as it looked quite good on me. I could see the lady fuming as I was brought back to her.
"From today onwards, you work here in the fortress. Any dirt no matter where will be tagged on you as you're the weakest and lowest ranking maid here," she said, cuffing my hands forward.
"Follow me; Sir Nathaniel wants to see you," she declared, walking ahead. I didn't want to go back there, but I dare not complain as to avoid her wrath.
Upon reaching his chambers, she knocked, and as his response came, we walked in. I hid behind her to avoid being seen by his seductive but brutal red eyes.
"So where's the new maid I had you wash up?" he asked, dropping the newspaper in his hands.
"She's right here," the lady said, moving away to reveal me.
"Damn," I heard Nathaniel’s low groan as he spotted me in the maid's outfit. I thought he was talking about the lady, but upon looking towards her, I began to tremble.
“Seems you’re quite the darling.”, she grinned, her claws stretched out behind my neck.
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