Chapter 1

RACHEAL’S POV

He locked the door and stood in front of it, fear swirled up in my throat and bile in my stomach.

“I want to leave Damien.” I hoped to talk this out with him.

This wasn’t Damien’s first sexual attempt on me, but it was the first time he would try to use force.

He moved closer to me while I had nowhere to run to in this cramped room.

“Not until after I’m done with you.” He spoke. 

Damien was a lazy ass, but I had never seen such determination in his eyes.

“If you touch me, I’ll scream.” He was now getting close to me. Like I was a prey he wanted to destroy. He knew he was stronger and he wanted to exploit it.

I had come here at the wrong time. Damien was married to his mate, yet he still had his mother deliver food to him; an errand I came to deliver which got me into this situation.

“Do you think anyone would stop me from fucking my father’s slave? Even one as ugly as you? Ungrateful bitch, you should be grateful I even want you at all.” He snarled.

His hand grabbed my shirt which had been weak from endless washing and wearing and it tore immediately under his hands, revealing my breast. 

Damien’s eyes widened; his wolf was as derailed as he was. 

His reaction to my bare breast was instant his hands went around my throat choking me while he tried to touch my breast with his free hand. 

I knew I was ugly. But I would kill myself before I let Damien rape me so when my hand felt something hard on the table Damien had pushed me against, I took it up and smashed it against his head. I didn’t even try to open the door. 

I fled through the window, scared that if I stayed I would meet worse situations, scared that if my master knew what I did, I would be flogged, punished and unfed. 

I did not know what came over me but I was terrified that I would lose my virginity to a beast like him. I was petrified that if I hadn't hit him on the head, I would have had to live the rest of my life in the trauma of today. So I fled.

I fled, unsure of where I was heading and immediately remembered my shift at my workplace had already started so I just headed for Davina’s café.

 “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said as I stopped in front of Davina. It looked like she was done cleaning the whole café which was meant to be my job. The café opened at 3:30 in the afternoon but I was supposed to be there an hour earlier. The huge clock in the middle of the room read 3:40.

“I’m not worried because you’re late, what happened?” she asked. Trust Davina to catch on fast.

“Nothing.” I lied. 

I knew she wouldn’t believe me, but I’d rather be a liar than someone who almost got raped. Thinking of what just happened, I wanted to cry. But Davina’s here so I looked down to hold my tears back.

My throat was hurting from where Damien had choked me, I was scared I could have murdered someone, or probably smashed his brain. 

I hadn’t even turned back to look at him.

“Your hair looks like you were disheveled like you were in a fight and your skin looks purple, that’s your reaction to violence. What happened?” Davina dropped the mop on the floor with a thud that emphasized her last words.

Davina was my only best friend, so far, she was everything to me. A mom, a sister, a friend, everything a woman can be to another, other than that she was my boss, in this beautiful café we built together.

“I had endless chores this morning but that wasn’t it. I ran into Jane and Sophie on my way here.” I lied. 

It wouldn’t be the first time such happened so I knew she would believe me.

I took the mop from Davina, “I’ll take it from here.”

Davina took a deep breath but let me continue. 

Silence spread between us. It’s hard to hold my tears under this circumstance, but I did it.

Soon the café was clean, and we were ready to open.

A beautiful white car stopped in front of our café, I didn’t recognize it, but I turned to a frowning Davina and wondered why she had that face on. 

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s dad. He bought a new car.” She responded as she stepped out. Davina’s dad hardly ever stopped by the café. I knew he wasn’t totally happy with his daughter running a business, he wanted her to get a mate and provide him with grandchildren. He was rich enough to fend for her and wanted her to do nothing but Davina had always had a mind of her own.

Davina came back with a box in hand and placed it on the counter. 

“What’s that?” I asked.

Still frowning, she answered. “A delivery I need to make.”

We didn’t do deliveries, so I was confused. Or maybe my brain was just clouded in fear.

“For the Town’s granny.” She added.

“Oh.”

Davina threw her hands up in the air. “They say the woman can see a wolf’s heart, but I don’t believe it. The last time I went there she called me a backstabbing bitch.”

“How about I deliver it instead?” I laughed

“Thank you so much, Rachel.”

After leaving the café, I chose to take a walk to calm myself, my hands were trembling, it was a miracle Davina had not noticed.

I got to the remote end of town, sat by a tree and cried. Life was becoming too unbearable, Damien’s hands were no longer on my throat, but I still felt choked, being a slave was choking the life out of me. 

I might not be able to bear this much longer. I reached for my pocket and took out my anxiety pills and took two doses.

They had been my support system for as long as I could remember. My master’s wife got them for me regularly because according to her, they needed me alive to keep working as their slave. ‘A sick slave is as good a dead slave’ she would say.

I looked around and saw the granny's house which was located at the end of the town. It was not very big but colorful, the outside was painted with white and a very little touch of black to outline the windows and doors, this made the house easy to locate.

 I had never been to this part of the town before, my master never let me leave the house except for Davina’s. I didn’t have the opportunity to go sightseeing.

It looked strange and stood out. On arriving there, I looked around and noticed that the house was empty. I decided to check it out.

“Hello,” I said in a low voice as I climbed up the stairs. It looked old and worn out as the stairs creaked under my feet. “Hello,” I raised my voice a little higher as I took another step.

“One wrong step and you lose your life.”

 I stopped dead in my tracks.