The Thing POV
"It's going to be the best event ever!" Jasmine said. "I can't believe our pack is hosting such an event!"
"We deserve it! We sure do! Look how much the warriors have done and also our Alpha, it's wonderful!" Rebeca was also excited.
"Yes, gee, you're absolutely right!" Jasmine agreed.
"Girls!" Mrs. Smith's voice echoed more sternly. "I know this is very good news, but we need to finish delivering dinner to the warriors and the rest of the house!"
The conversation then died down to a few whispers and the number of dishes increased again.
I simply began to wander around inside my mind, after all my work is manual and repetitive, so I don't really need to pay attention, not when I'm alone on this side and so far I haven't been argued with, asked to be quicker.
People get excited about fates, mates... That's something that's not for me, I've known that since I can remember because I've always been told that... It's simple, a slave has no rights... If I happen to have a mate who is destined, then it's pure luck and 99% of the time the other person rejects the slave...
The slave's life doesn't change... It only changes if the destined partner wants to keep him and even then he has to pay for it.
It's not as if there were many slaves, this "honor" was only for those considered traitors or people who committed horrendous acts, in my case, I just don't know... Maybe my family were traitors, maybe my family was torturers, people who committed wrongs against the King... I don't know, and that's why I don't have a name.
A slave doesn't need a name. A slave just needs to do his job and carry on... I've heard of places and packs where slaves can buy their freedom, but it's very rare...
I can't even say whether these rumors are true or not, because I only hear gossip, I've never had proper training... I only know how to read the basics, to identify cleaning products and not to change things while I'm packing them away.
I can't even say if I still remember how to speak, since I stopped doing it a few years ago, my way of defending myself, some say I'm still proud because I don't shout... But I think now they think I'm mute...
I should pray to try to understand what's wrong with me, how can my life be like this when there are Gods? I've heard of Selene, the Goddess of the Moon and the one who rules the werewolves... But to me she's just a decoration I see around, she doesn't mean anything to me.
Do I feel angry? I've left that behind, that feeling... Anger at what? What's the point? Will it change anything? No, so why feel it? Just to torture myself... It's not just because I've gotten used to the pain that I like it... Who likes being beaten up every day? Who likes having to work with a bleeding body? Who likes feeling their stomach turn and not being able to eat anything?
"Thing! Pay attention!" I heard Mrs. Smith scream and then the impact of a belt on my left arm.
I looked up and saw the woman's shadow and her scent was now stronger.
"Now that you've finished here, go and sweep the kitchen and make it shine!" Miss Smith said.
I just nodded and went towards the door that led to the kitchen. The smell of food was still very intense, but I didn't even think about getting something for myself, not when there were still people around.
As usual, several of the omegas who were there quickly left when they saw me as if I were some kind of plague... I started at the table, removing the things I still had to wash and putting them in the sink next to it; they were more delicate items, so they wouldn't go in the hole where I normally washed them.
By the time I've finished cleaning the kitchen, it's dawn, how do I know? Looking out of the window, I can see the bright moon already making its final bow, this time I haven't managed to separate any pieces to eat...
So I drag myself down to the place where I sleep, it's downstairs, in the basement, under the kitchen, I go down two flights of steps and open the door to the place where I sleep, it's a bare rectangle, with a dirty mattress, a thin blanket and some folded clothes.
I lay down on the mattress, which was better than lying on the cold stone floor, closed my eyes and felt despair begin to take hold. I don't have tears in my eyes, but this feeling of being forgotten is worse at night, it gets worse when I have to sleep because my mind simply forces me to have "dreams" that will never come true... Of a life that will never be mine.
Many are grateful to have somewhere to escape to, but I only despair more, because in these dreams I'm free and don't have to worry about things, I even have others who defend me...
What's worse for a slave than dreaming of a freedom they'll never have? My heart squeezes and this despair increases more, I don't want to sleep, I don't want to go to that damn place... Because waking up hurts more.
It hurts to know that I can't even die... If I died, would I have a second chance? Would I have a different life? Ahh... That's it, that's the worst...
I closed my eyes tightly, wanting to forget this, wishing I couldn't dream, I put the blanket over my body and took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind.
....
"Wake up!" I heard someone's voice shouting and then the impact of a foot against my stomach, the taste of blood invading my mouth.
I opened my eyes to find Alpha Julius, his son Bernard and Beta Patrick... I quickly sat down on my knees on the floor, my head down. What these three want, I have no idea, but they must have had some macabre idea to be here.
"Took you long enough to wake up!" The Beta kicked me again. I didn't even try to dodge it and just heard the sound of bones breaking.
It was a sidekick and I could feel the pain of my lung being punctured as the taste of blood grew stronger.
"Careful!" Alpha Julius spoke. "Tsi..."
I kept my head down and swallowed the blood as best I could.
"He asked that she be delivered as healthy as possible," Alpha said. I could see the tone of satisfaction in his voice. "You know, people may think that the way I treat you is inhumane, but in compensation for the place you're going... This will be heaven."
Then the three of them laughed, like the despicable beings they are, after all, they like to mistreat people, but I was certainly curious, how can I go to a place that's worse than this?
"Lord Hoff loves to take things like you and test them... When I mentioned that I had a toy that doesn't scream, he was interested... After all, according to the doctor, your vocal cords are intact..."
Alpha Julius bent down and then took hold of my chin, and only then did I look up to meet his satisfied expression.
"Lord Hoff is quite famous for his torture chambers... For those who refuse to speak, he breaks them in a few days..." Alpha Julius smiled a little more, probably wondering what would happen to me. "I just wanted to be there when you screamed... Your screams were delicious."
He stroked my cheek briefly and then let go of my face, and I put my head back down.
"Get ready! I want her ready as soon as possible!" Alpha Julius ordered, and I quickly got up and left the room.
I ran towards the first basement, where there were some cells and also a bathroom. As soon as I entered, I saw that there was already a nice dress there, as well as hot water, soap, dish soap and even some herbs.
I already know the procedure. It's the same thing that happens when I go to be auctioned off. It took me as long as it took to get all the dirt off my body and out of my hair, to untangle it, and of course to get rid of the unwanted hair.
The first few times I felt so humiliated for doing this, but now, whatever... This is my life and it looks like it's going to get worse.
It took me a while before I was finally clean and dressed. I was careful not to get my green dress dirty and I put on my black shoes. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw Miss Smith standing there.
"Let's go." She said and I followed her.
We went into the kitchen. She pointed to one of the chairs and there was a plate there, rice, beans, meat, salad and even some pieces of fruit on the side, plus there was a glass of juice there.
I started eating carefully, after all my stomach isn't used to so much food, but it's nice to be able to eat like this, it's rare, but they do happen. As soon as I'd finished the juice, I felt refreshed, it wasn't just orange juice, it was mixed with something else.
"Good, you're even more flushed." Mrs. Smith's voice echoed. "That potion is quite potent."
I feel much better, my back doesn't hurt, In fact I don't feel any pain, which is something I never thought existed. For the first time in many years, I began to feel afraid.
They'd given me a healing potion. I cleaned up, ate a meal...
"Look, you finally seem to understand what's going to happen to you! AHahahA!" Mrs. Smith's voice echoed.
Soon after, several more laughs followed.
Warning: This chapter contains detailed rap** scenes.The thing POV"Come on, thing!" Miss Smith said, pulling me up by the arm.My reaction is a little slower than usual, after all, I now know that Alpha Julius' words are true.I'm quickly pulled into one of the farthest rooms, and she opens the door, pushing me inside and I see Bernard there, he's wearing very few clothes, just a white shirt and shorts, his smell is stronger and I shudder as I see him approaching."My father said you were beautiful... That healing potion worked a miracle..." His voice is full of excitement. "And the best thing is that it lasts a while in the body... Which means I'll be able to play for a long time."I shivered and took a step back when Bernard approached, Her laughter penetrated my ears and I closed my eyes tightly."Ahaha! That expression! It's so nice to see something on your face." Bernard then grabbed my arms and threw me onto the bed.It was very soft, which made my body bounce, but soon he was
The POV thingThe door is opened, and I immediately smell something very different from all the others. It's the smell of a floor covered in leaves, leaves that are wet, but the liquid is blood. The smell is so intense that I can even see the floor, and I try to take another step back, but they hold me by the shoulders and push me into the room.As soon as I enter, I realize that the smell is intense, but it's more directed to my left. Alpha Julian and two strangers and the smell is coming from one of them.If I were a religious person, I would be praying right now for all this to end, but I'm not, after all, the Gods would never listen to me... When I was a child, I tried, but I wasn't heard to... So now I just try to accept my fate."Ahhh! There's the thing." Alpha Julian speaks.I heard the door being closed. Mrs. Smith had left."Lord Hoff always had good eyes." I heard a deep voice and shuddered...This voice reminds me of that of a great hunter. I'm not talking about someone hum
The Thing POVI take courage and leave the bathroom and immediately that smell of leaves wet with blood invades me, I focus my gaze in the direction of the smell and meet those eyes that make me tremble, I feel my legs become weaker and my breathing becomes more altered, my heart is beating so loudly that I can hear it in my ears."Yeah, that's it." His voice is lighter, showing his satisfaction with my posture and clothes.Once again I feel my face getting hotter, such a strange thing, but ever since I met him everything is different.That man approaches and his aura is so intense and I open my lips for air, feeling his presence in front of me, his touch on my face and those brief sparks that warm me up even more.I'd heard about what it was like to find your fated mate, but I never thought it would happen to me, it all seemed like a dream... Even more so someone who is accepting of me, who didn't reject me at first glance."Do you know who I am?" He asks me, and I make a gigantic ef
The Thing POV I woke up feeling pain all over my body, but it's good pain, because the memories of why I'm like this are wonderful, I've learned what pleasure is and I think I'm addicted. It's just a wonderful feeling.Now I understand why so many seek to satisfy themselves, without caring about the rest and I was used to that so that others would be happy, but I don't think that's going to happen anymore.The smell of him is still very strong, and I honestly don't want to get up, I just want to stay in this bed, smelling our mixed scents and feeling so good about it, until I feel my stomach make a noise, and I make an effort to move. As soon as I put my feet on the floor, I raise my head to hear the sound of a door opening and see him coming out of the bathroom, drops of water still running down his muscular chest, a towel around his waist and one in his hands wiping his hair. I can feel my mouth getting wet and my body getting hotter."Hmm... You've barely woken up, and you're alre
Warning: The next few chapters will contain torture scenes in detail, so if you have problems with needles, you'd better read carefully.The Thing POVAfter that my Master finished feeding and stood up, I follow up when he permitted me and went back a step behind him, I didn't dare to fix my dress, because nothing had been said to that effect, so as we walk part of my ass is exposed, but I keep my gaze on my Master's back.What I notice is that another man soon approaches him, standing next to him. He has spiky black hair, wears a black suit, his skin is darker and his aura is somewhat frightening, but it doesn't even come close to my Master's aura.The two of them walk in silence or talk via mental message, then we stop in front of a different room from my Master's, I see the man opening the door, my Master passes by and I follow him, the temperature is lower and I feel a cold shiver, moreover the hair on the back of my neck stands up, it's my instinct telling me that something is wr
Note: The chapter continues with the torture session, including needles, shock and acid.The POV thingIt wasn't long before each breast had six needles, they made a circle around the nipple and drops of blood oozed out, he had placed the needles deeper. Yes, it hurts, it stings and I want to rip it out, but I can't even close my hands, because the needles on my fingertips remind me of and scratch my palm, so it hurts me in two ways, because I feel the needles go in a bit more and the other end cuts my palm.My breathing is more rapid and somewhat irregular, after all, I'm suffering a lot of information and I'm starting to be grateful for all the years I've suffered at the hands of the pack I live in; if it weren't for that, I'd certainly be begging for clemency.I notice that Lord Hoff moves away a little, probably to appreciate what he's already done."Tough to break... Many would have begged off at the first needles." Lord Hoff speaks, his voice is a little strange, he sounds proud
The Thing POVLooking down, I see on my body the marks left by what happened, they are not completely closed and should leave scars... These will be the marks so that I don't forget that I am nothing but an object even for my destined Mate.So I just stare at the ground, waiting for the next command, saying nothing, making no sound except my breathing. Then I noticed him coming closer. His hand enters my field of vision. He touches my chin and lifts my face, I can't resist.I met his eyes, which had always been my security. His expression is a mixture of feelings: guilt, pain, resentment, anger, hatred, and many others. All of them he can afford to feel and I don't dare to try anything else than what I've already learned."I let things go too far." My Master spoke, lightly stroking my cheek with his thumb.I could feel the warm sparks, but just like the pain, I fought the reactions it caused and just looked at him with a passive expression."But you made me proud because even though I
The Thing POVI see my Master looking at me with contempt, with anger, and I just wait for the punch, but it never comes."Go clean yourself up!" He orders.I go to the bathroom, feeling lighter like a weight has been lifted... Knowing that his beast cared is something that warms my heart and the pain I felt and the scream I let out was liberating, unlike any other.I took a quick shower to get rid of any remnants of what had happened earlier, and when I looked at myself in the mirror while drying off, I saw that the marks of torture were still visible, but I was no longer in pain. I smiled and sighed, then turned to see the clothes I should be wearing.It's that of a maid, a black dress with some white details, again without any underwear and low black shoes with square heels. I dress quickly and return to the bedroom.My Master has also changed and is wearing a black leather jacket with some gold details, a black T-shirt, dark blue jeans and black shoes. There is some jewelry around
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