Chapter Three

We drove for what seemed like an eternity. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was certain he could hear it. The man blindfolded me and held me still in the backseat, while another man whom I couldn’t see was driving. They chatted and laughed as if they hadn’t just abducted a seventeen-year-old girl. To make matters worse, my father had given me away as if I were not a person, but merely an object.

As the car abruptly stopped, it disrupted my thoughts.

“We’re here,” the man said as he grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me out of the vehicle.

“Hey! That hurts asshole!” I shouted. 

The man hit the back of my head with a slap. The force of it sent me reeling forward, my feet slipping on the loose gravel that covered the ground beneath me.

 I stumbled, my arms flailing wildly as I fought to maintain my balance, but it was no use. I fell forward, my hands scraping against the rough surface of the gravel as I tried desperately to stop myself. 

“You better watch your tongue girl,” he spat. 

As I lay there, dazed, and disoriented, I could feel a sharp pain radiating from the back of my head. Slowly, I lifted myself up onto my hands and knees through the haze of pain and confusion. I could see him standing there, a menacing expression on his face. He looked down at me with cold, calculating eyes, and I knew that I was in the hands of a monster. 

And again, he dragged me away without a care in the world that I was hurt.

As we entered, the door shutting made me jump.

“Why are you so jumpy?” the man asked with a small chuckle as he slapped my shoulder teasingly.

I regarded the man with a look of disbelief. “You’ve been nothing but rough. How am I not supposed to be scared?”

The man raised his eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, darling, that’s not rough. That would be me pulling your long blonde hair while thrusting my cock in you from behind,” he said as he trailed his fingers down my jaw. I recoiled in response.

Ewe, disgusting. I wanted to puke. 

I averted my eyes from him, attempting to avoid his crude remarks, and then a stunning mansion came into view, which I hadn’t noticed from the outside because I was too focused on the pain. The mansion was truly a sight to behold - with its towering pillars and intricate architecture, it was a testament to the wealth and power of its inhabitants.

As I surveyed, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. Everywhere I looked, there were priceless works of art and luxurious furnishings that seemed to shimmer and shine in the dim light. It was like stepping into another world entirely, one reserved only for the most elite members of society. However, I found myself standing at the entrance of this magnificent estate, feeling terrified about what might lie ahead.

“Come on,” he said as he pulled my arm and led me up the stairs.

The man burst through a door and shoved me to the floor. I managed to catch myself as I hit the marble surface. Glancing up through my lashes, I saw a man at the desk looking down at me and then turning his attention to the man who had thrown me to the floor.

“What the hell, Dash?!” exclaimed the man at the desk.

Dash sat down in front of the desk and picked up a cigar from a box, lighting it. “What?” he raised a questioning brow.  “I brought you a toy,” he declared, pointing at me while taking a drag from his cigar.

The man behind the desk had striking blue eyes that seemed to pierce through me, and his dirty blonde hair was styled in a messy yet effortlessly sexy way.

His chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones were accentuated by the dim lighting in the room, and I couldn’t help but notice the intricate tattoos that adorned his arms.

His tall, sculpted body was clad in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of attraction despite my fear and discomfort.

The handsome man inquired, “Where did you find the girl?” His behavior differed from the cruel actions of the person who had been handling me roughly.

“Felix owes us money, and since you haven’t got your knob wet in a while, I thought I’d bring you a slave.”

The man gave Dash a hostile look and asked, “So you thought I wanted to fuck an underage girl?” As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow skeptically.

Dash shrugged and said, “She's fucking sexy, and I bet she hasn’t had her cherry popped.”

I got up from the floor and said in a hissing tone, “You’re a pig!”

Dash stood up, seemingly with the intention of hitting or shoving me again. I braced myself for the impact, but before I could even blink, the man seated behind the desk had already rushed to my aid. He quickly grabbed Dash and pushed him away from me.

“Get out Dash!” he pointed at the door.

Dash grumbled silently, as if he were a wild animal, and departed without saying another word.

The other man turned towards me, causing me to flinch backward. “I'm not going to touch you. Although my brother may act like a disgusting pig, I won’t.”

I whispered, “Brother?” 

“Yes, unfortunately.”

His gaze caused a tingling sensation inside me, and I had to avert my eyes.

“You will be in the kitchen and helping with laundry. Let’s find you a room.” He declared. 

I nodded, not wanting to anger anyone else. He signaled for me to follow him, and I complied.

As I walked behind the man, I couldn’t help but notice the stunning women all around us. Some were dressed in revealing clothing, while others wore uniforms.

I was certain the angry looks were intended for me. The women didn’t seem pleased that he was accompanying me to a room.

He came to a halt at a door and proceeded to open it. Inside, there was a small room with four bunk beds. “Yours is the bottom left bunk.” 

“Okay,” I said as I stepped into the room. However, as I entered, the man caught my arm, sending electric sensations coursing through my veins.

“I am not like my brother in the aspect of raping women, but I am not your friend. Remember that” he stated.

“Understood,” I said, my mouth dry as I swallowed.

“Go to the kitchen. You’ll be catering for the party tonight. The staff downstairs will provide you with your outfit for the evening,” he said before walking away.

My lungs took in a deep breath that I must have been holding.

I made my way down to the kitchen, where I met the lead chef for instruction. 

“New girl?” the older English man said. He was impeccably dressed in a chef uniform. His hair was neatly combed back, revealing a few strands of silver that added to his distinguished appearance. He carried himself with an air of sophistication, holding his head high and speaking in a refined accent that betrayed his high-class upbringing. His standards were high, and he expected nothing less than perfection from those around him.

“Yes,” I replied. 

“Beta Dash mentioned you will be assisting in the dining area. Your attire is in the room at the back of the kitchen.” He pointed towards the door to indicate the location.

When I didn’t move, he snapped his fingers at me. “Move!” And I hurried away.

I searched the empty room for the outfit and found it on the table. A note with the words ‘new girl’ was attached. As I retrieved the outfit from its bag, I was shocked by what I saw. What the hell was I wearing this for as kitchen staff? 

The dress was a short, champagne-colored number that hugged every curve of my body. The fabric shimmered in the light, making me feel like a walking disco ball. It was low cut around the breast, showing off just enough cleavage to be alluring without being too revealing. The clear diamond heels were at least four inches tall, making me tower over everyone else in the kitchen. My hair was pulled up in an elegant clip, with loose curls framing my face.

I felt like a completely different person in this outfit like I had been transformed into some kind of high-class escort rather than a lowly kitchen staff member. But I wasn’t about to argue, so I hurried out to the dining area, but not before asking another staff member how to get there. 

As I entered the room, everyone turned to look at me. Dash and his brother were seated at a table with several other men. Dash playfully hit his brother’s shoulder, and they both glanced in my direction. Dash licked his lips while his brother had a dark look in his eyes, almost as if he were possessed by a demon.

“Excuse me!” A woman slammed into me. “Watch where you’re standing! Some of us are trying to work,” she snarled. 

“Sorry,” I said, my breath shaky. 

“Whatever bitch!” She said in a dismissive tone, rolled her eyes, and walked off. 

A second girl approached me. Her dark reddish-brown hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail and drew attention to her striking features. Her face was dotted with freckles, adding a touch of playfulness to her otherwise serious expression. Her brown eyes were piercing, seeming to look right through you and into your soul.

But it wasn't just her striking features that caught my eye. Her fit physique was a testament to her dedication to health and wellness. Her toned arms and legs hinted at a life spent in the gym, while her flat stomach and defined abs spoke to a disciplined diet. I don’t think she had eaten a crispy cream a day in her life.

The girl took my hand, leading me towards the champagne glasses. “Please take these to the Alpha’s table,” she said as she handed me a tray and flashed a smile. “Don’t worry about the other girls.” She winked and gave me a little push toward the table. 

I looked back at her, puzzled. “Where is the Alpha’s table?” I whispered.

She pointed to the back, and my eyes followed. My heart sank when the table she pointed at was Dash’s and his brother’s. 

I sighed. Great.