Chapter 2
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Amelia’s pov
"And he might take her." She said to him , understanding where he was coming from.
I had my head lowered as I stared keenly at the floor. I didn't know why but I was so curious to hear what they were speaking of.
"If Alpha Roger takes her, you know the bond we have would grow and he wouldn't suspect us anymore, he wouldn't be watching us closely" Master added and I couldn't help but get stiffened by his plan. Wasn't I going through a lot of pain already so why was he planning on sending me away? I sighed.
"Alpha Roger needs to stop all this invading" Mistress Ava added, making me mentally slap myself. How could I forget that Alpha Roger hates any form of injustice and is the reason why Master is trying to fake being a good person. He might help me out. Still under probability because I'm not sure about him, maybe he might turn out to be worse. I should brace myself for whatever would happen .
"Ava, have the head maid instruct the slaves on what to do and how to act if they ever come in front of Alpha Roger" Master instructed his sister and she nodded.
Does the master want to use me as a means of getting on Alpha Rogers good books? or does he want me to stay like he said? Would I continue being his slave?
I just couldn't get what was happening, the master is trying to use me to provoke Alpha Roger so he wouldn't take me along with him. It was all taking a toll on my small brain because it wasn't making any sense.
When I was done washing the dishes, I sat on the floor in the slaves quarters which was very shabby and disgusting.
We slaves aren't allowed out from our quarters. The only time we are allowed out is when the Master sends for us or when we are going to the “c*m room” . Aside from that, we don't leave our quarters--- it's our home forever.
We tend to our wounds here and we cry to ourselves here. If we were ever allowed out of this place like other members of the pack maybe we would heal even faster. Maybe the memories of what this beast does to us, would long gone.I wanted to walk around the pack house, take a stroll to the woods and breathe fresh air for once., touch the stream and have my bath in the stream, but it's always going to be a dream, a dream that would only come through when I leave here or when I die.
I watched the head maid and Mistress Ava command the slaves to smile.
She forced smiles across their faces and fixed them into the maids' clothes. How pathetic is it to make people smile.
Even the little slaves which were brought here some weeks ago were subdued to it. There were to act like children of the slaves which were now being dressed as maids.
What a charade.
It was such a sad thing to see little children suffer this much. I remember when I was still new here, I was a child. I didn't know anything and I watched them abuse me day in and day out. And today I watched them abuse these children too, it pained me but there was nothing I could do.
The head maid was finally done getting everyone ready for tomorrow. She made sure she gave dresses to everyone there.
"That all now, make sure you behave yourself and take instructions from the head or else you'll be sentenced to the whipping room" with this word from Mistress Ava's mouth everyone nodded and started walking out of the room.
I followed them too..I wanted to go to my little corner and think, think of how my life has been a hell.
Tucking my hair at the back of my ear I sighed waiting for some people to move before I moved. I was the last to leave and the moment I reached for the door, Mistress Ava called me back.
"Amelia, did I ask you to leave?" She said and a part of me wanted to remind her that she had asked us to leave but I didn't want to be beaten up so I swallowed the words.
"No Mistress, I'm sorry" I bowed.
She threw some pieces of cloth at me as my head was done and her harsh voice followed.
"Wear that slave" she ordered, even if it wasn't the first time she called me slave or the first time I was called slave I got stiffned and flinched at the name. I hated the name, I hated that I was here.
I stared at the clothes for some moments. My clothes were way different from other people's clothes, mine was totally black and long.
I looked at Mistress Ava for some seconds before reaching for the buttons of my slave gown which was white and dirty.
I undressed in front of Mistress Ava and the head maid. I noticed the way the head maid stared at me, just the way other slaves do. So much hate. Hate because I was Masters Favorite. Heck I don't want to be his favorite, he's a monster and he deals with me so brutally. To all the other slaves hating on me because I'm masters favorite toy. I wish they could be in my shoes or they can understand what I go through. Maybe after that the hate would stop.
I changed into the clothes and for a moment, I felt better because I wasn't in the slave uniform which always made me feel dirty.
I looked at myself a little and then at Mistress Ava. She walked closer to me and I stepped back, I moved back anytime she moved forward. I did nothing wrong. What was she staring at me that way? Her hands flew to my hair and in a blink of an eye she was yanking my hair so hard that I felt my skill would break, my scalp was hurting and I was trying my best not to scream.
"Amelia, you know how clumsy you are, try not to ruin things else, you'll be in the cuming room for a week and trust me they'll be f*****g you hard" she threatened before letting me go.
"I wouldn't,”
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