Training

"What's going to happen because it seems to me that he hates her?" She managed to ask.

"I'm sorry, but Lycan Xandros is looking for something that can contain his bottled anger and I believe you are that tool who can help."

"And in the process I'll be damaged," Anna couldn't help but say that.

"I care a lot less about what happens to you, because you have been bought. You are his property now, so focus on obeying his commands. I'll be back at morning time, so get lots of rest. It'll be helpful."

Diane got out of the room, closing the door behind her. They didn't even lock the door, knowing that she couldn't make an attempt to escape. Anna walked to the window, her face pale, her eyes glassy as she stared across the wide span of land and the men who patrolled round it.

CCTVs were everywhere and it would be a stupid action to do anything that could put her in trouble. She put her hand inside the black robe she had been given and fished out her phone, turning it on. They had a rule of turning their phones off before going for the stripping.

Omegas were like slaves....no, they were slaves. Being passed down and passed down from masters until they can no longer work and are killed. Just like other omegas, Anna's parents had worked and died for a particular conglomerate family and she had done the same until they had no use for her anymore and Candy was opportuned to get her.

Knowing every single thing that happens in Abaddon, she didn't want to come but she had no choice as a price was already on her head.

They sold people. Made them look less than human and after everything she had passed through the past few months, she was finally being sold into the household of Khaos, a name given for the manor belonging to Xandros.

She would prefer to be a slave than to be a property someone simply owned. But she didn't know what would happen in the future. At least, no one had ever tried to take advantage of her before. She prayed earnestly that wouldn't happen here.

A message dropped in the moment her phone got it's network back and Anna clicked it.

*I was bought as a slave.*

It was a message from Sandra and Anna's lips curved upwards in a slight smile. She was genuinely happy for Sandra but no one in her condition would have a bright smile right now.

*I'm really glad for you.* She didn't bother mincing words. That had been always how she spoke. Saying exactly what she really meant and Sandra knew that.

*The place is not that bad and I could visit you sometimes.* Sandra replied almost immediately like she had been waiting for Anna's reply.

Anna's heart warmed. Even in her own problems, Sandra still cared about her.

*Where I am right now, Sandra, isn't where you would want to visit. But, I will be fine.*

Sandra didn't give a reply for a long time and Anna thought she was busy already, so she dropped the phone on the bed and walked into the bathroom.

The walls looked glassy, a bathroom of luxury, only fit for queens. Sadly, she was not a queen. She was just someone used to replace another person.

Bile formed in her throat and Anna took a huge gulp, her eyes widening as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill. She had never cried when she was in situations in the past, she would not cry now.

She turned on the shower and stood under it for a long time, the cold water that left it reannounced to her, reality, and the predicament she really found herself in.

She would get out of here.

The decision was final.

She walked to her phone after a long time of staying under the shower, and she picked it off.

*I'll like to see you alive. Don't die, Anna, no matter what.*

Sandra was like the family she didn't have. A sister, a friend and a whole lot more with a plus on top. For Sandra, she had to live. She didn't know how she would do that, but she would.

The sound of the door knob distracted her and she turned towards the door. Diane was back.

"Did you have a good rest?" She asked.

"It's not yet morning time." Anna said.

"It is 5 am right now." Diane glanced at her watch while Anna looked at her phone.

How many hours had she spent under the shower?

Looking at Sandra's message, it read three hours ago. She had stayed underneath the shower for that long?

"Come outside." Diane nodded her head outside and Anna took a deep steady breath, dropping her phone as she followed after Diane.

***

"Legs."

"Arms." The hardness of the fan was felt against her back and she bit her lips, holding the pain in.

"Widen them!" Diane said, the creases on her face looking worse than Candy's. Just that, hers looked good on her while Candy's looked awful because she always frowned.

"Stretch them out. Stand straight-" A hit on the upper and lower parts of her back in succession made Anna's eyes water. The woman was literally killing her with those fan hits.

"What is wrong with you!" Diane gave out a frustrated look, "You stripped so what exactly is wrong here!? Why aren't you doing this properly!?" She shot, her eyes sinking in with pure anger.

"If you need me to strip for him, I'll do that. What exactly are this trainings for?"

"You can't! You are not just good enough and without this, you'll never be good enough, Athena."

"Anna!"

"Athena!" Diane gave her a smack on the buttocks with the fan and Anna staggered forward, the pain hitting her sharper than the others had. Her eyes stinged with unshed tears.

Diane placed the fan under her jaw, raising her head up and forcing her to look into her eyes. Years of practice had hardened her look.

"You don't have a choice here, Anna. First, you are an omega. Second, you have been bought, lower than a slave. Third, you are a lowly stripper and lastly, you are now Athena. The woman he hates. " She eyed her skillfully, "Sadly, life hadn't passed any candy to you so just make do with your bread crumbs. You listen to us here, we don't listen to you."

Diane let her chin go and she walked around her, hitting the fan on her palm rhythmically while Anna resumed her position with a renewed knowledge of what life had packaged for her.

"Bend when he tells you to. Suck if he wants it. Kneel if you have to, Athena, and never cry." Diane stopped in her front, staring at her glassy eyes and Anna blinked back her tears, "If you fail to get pregnant, it's your fault. You have a problem, not him! Do you get that!?"

"I do." An almost silent agreement escaped her lips.