"I work under Sir Drake as a slave, and we're also collaborating on a group work assigned by our lecturer, which Sir Drake voluntarily chose to participate in," I explained, glancing at both the manager and Ruby, who were listening intently. "He gave me this card, tasking me with managing the research that will involve expenses and purchasing any necessary food items. As an added privilege, he allowed me to use the card for personal expenses as well.""I think that justifies your connection to Sir Drake, but I'm still suspicious," he said. "You've portrayed Sir Drake as generous, even to a slave... which, as I said earlier, is hard to believe. I'm still suspecting because no one treats a slave like that, especially not Sir Drake, who should have a deep-seated hatred for slaves."I smiled, choosing not to respond. Instead, I turned to Ruby and said, "Ruby, I guess that clears up some of your thoughts, doesn't it?”"Yeah, a bit, but I'm still suspicious
Even if my mom were dying and needed money, I would never consider prostitution as an option. I would work multiple jobs, day and night, to earn the money, but I would never compromise my values.Prostitution poses a significant risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases, some of which can be lifelong and incurable. It also devalues and ridicules individuals, labeling them as "sluts" and worse. There are so many disadvantages to prostitution, which is why education is crucial, not just for young girls but also for boys, about the dangers of unprotected sex.I vividly remembered the wasteland, where some parents allowed their children to engage in prostitution in the city, and others who were old enough made the choice to join willingly.The next day, Elena visited her ailing mother in the hospital, looking worried and concerned. She deposited the money she had earned and used some of it to buy other essential items."You know
Daisy POVAfter her mother was totally whole, instead of stopping, she didn't, meaning she may have gotten addicted to it. Until someone had her one night, and that same person, who seemed to be a fraudster, started threatening her with her sexual videos and nudes. She was ashamed of herself. She started doing the fraudster's bidding, until she couldn't meet up with the demand any longer and started hating herself for taking this path to begin with."I can't believe she got cornered," I declared."Trust me, her shame is shaming me" Ruby declared, as we continued watching, our eyes and mouths not stopping for even a second. As we watched, we ate, and as we ate, we drank.The fraudster, Samuel, called after he saw she wasn't paying again. He posted the news on all the school's social media pages.The shame was too much for her, and she couldn't even go back to her house, as it was close to the school.At the end of h
Five years agoFlashback"Father, don't die on me?" Daisy yelled, tears streaming down her face."I've gathered half of the money. It's just a matter of time before I get everything finished," she declared, her voice shaking with desperation, as my father, diagnosed with Wolfvirus, lay helplessly on the bed."Can't you proceed with the treatment? We already have 70 percent of the required payment with my whole money," her mother suddenly declared, staring at the physician with a pleading look."No, it's not possible. What we need to buy for him costs 90% of the money, and without it being completed, it's impossible," the physician replied."But I have a suggestion?" She suddenly declared, and despite the hopelessness I felt, I suddenly felt a glimmer of hope as I asked, "So, what's your suggestion?"I was the first to ask her, hoping for the best."Can you become a prostitute? They pay advance payment, and you c
He attempted to plead with my father, but he swiftly cut off the call and blocked his number. This exchange left me smiling, as I had been unaware that Ruby's father was an associate of my father's, and yet she had been bold enough to defy me, despite her family's precarious position.Not long after, my mom dispatched someone to carry out my father's instructions."And here I was, seeing him as a younger brother I never had, after he repented for his transgression against our werewolf values regarding slaves," my father declared, his anger still simmering, "especially since his surname is similar to ours. But they're all the same, as evidenced by his daughter's behavior."I myself, I was partially aware of the past incident, having been quite young at the time."And as for Daisy, it's only a matter of time before she loses her friend, considering Mr. Johnson is my subordinate and a coward," he stated. "Regarding the name on the card, I w
"Good morning, Sir Drake," Daisy's voice cracked, a stark contrast to her usual tone.I turned to face her, and my gaze met her red, puffy eyes - a testament to a sleepless night spent crying. Despite her evident distress, she was impeccably dressed for lecture. I passed her without a word.Daisy POVAs I settled onto the black couch, I decided to dial Ruby's number, hoping she had made a mistake or was having second thoughts. But the call wouldn't go through. Our friendship wasn't built on phone calls; I needed to hear it from Ruby's lips to finally move on.As the first lecture began, I drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the previous night's wakefulness. By the time I woke up, the last class of the day was about to conclude. I had slept for hours without knowing.As soon as the lecture ended, I stood up, determined to confront Ruby about her decision. I waited for her near her car, and as she emerged from the lecture ro
"Sir Drake," I declared shocked, suddenly remembering the huge sum I had spent using his black card."I'm sorry," I apologized, taking cautious steps forward."Come over here and sit down," he replied, parting a space on my bed with a gentle sweep of his hand, the invitation sending a shiver down my spine as I realized how close I'd be sitting next to him.I took slow, measured steps, my anxiety growing with each interval, as I worried about the consequences of my actions.I sat down, my body tense, and felt his warmth radiating onto my skin. I was certain he could sense my nervousness too."What are you apologizing for, specifically?" he asked, his tone neutral, as if he were unaware of my transgression."I... I spent a large amount using the card," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, fearing his reaction."Good Grief, Daisy," he declared, his voice tinged with amusement."I am very sorry,"
As the guards attempted to carry out her order, I stood my ground, a fierce determination burning within me. "You might want to consider who sent me before you lose your job," I declared, my voice firm and authoritative.I stretched out my hand, holding out a sleek black card. The receptionist's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the card's significance."What the heck?" she exclaimed. "This is a Black Bloody Exclusive Card with no spending limit, and it's owned by Sir Drake!"As soon as the guards heard Drake's name, they hastily retreated to their original positions, their faces pale with fear. The receptionist's demeanor also underwent a drastic change, her expression transforming from anger to obsequiousness."I am sorry for my earlier rude behavior," the receptionist apologized, her voice laced with contrition."You should be," I replied, my tone firm but polite."I am here to conduct research for a business p
"Daisy, is there anything you're not telling me?" he asked. It took me a while to respond, and when I did, I simply said, "Yeah." "What is it?" he pressed. "The walls have ears," I replied. "Yeah, they do," he agreed, and we continued standing beside each other, lost in our own thoughts. As the minutes ticked by, Drake finally spoke up. "Let's go to my car." We got to his vehicle, got in, and his bodyguard stood guard outside. "I'm listening," Drake said, turning to face me. I was initially at a loss for words, unsure of how he would react to the secrets I wanted to share. What if he became angry or turned against me? What if he stopped talking to me? The thought of losing his friendship was unbearable. "Daisy, what did you want to tell me?" he asked. "I..." I stuttered, but before I could continue, the words tumbled out in a rush. "M
"Lead the way," I declared, and she obliged, guiding me to a secret location. I had initially wanted to inform our lecturers, but I decided against it, following her instead. As we entered the apartment, I was taken aback by the sight of Drake standing there, waiting for me. "Drake!" I exclaimed, surprised by his presence. "I'll take my leave," Exa announced, departing and leaving me alone with Drake and Joe. Drake's intense stare made me feel uneasy, and I wondered what was on his mind. Now that I thought about it, the jet we flew in on belonged to him. Did he already know about the incident on the jet? Did he know that someone died? And, more unsettling, did he know that I was the one responsible? "Daisy" was all he said, his voice low and even. I felt a surge of nervousness as I waited for him to continue. But then, he asked, "Did your stomach still have a little space left?" His question caught me off guard, and I was surprised by the unexpected turn of events. "Why did you
I grabbed one of the plush towels, which looked and felt brand new, and wrapped it around my waist. The towel seemed small compared to my hips, but it would do. I stepped outside, and Sarah was still fast asleep.I took my time, doing everything I needed to do, including changing into fresh clothes. Yet, Sarah remained soundly asleep, oblivious to my activities.I was done with everything I wanted to do, and I put my things back in their place as I began to wonder: was she naturally a deep sleeper, or had she not slept at all last night? It's a known fact that light sleepers tend to sleep more deeply if they haven't slept the night before or for more than two days.I got out and sat down on the couch, deciding to flip through channels until I found something interesting to watch. My mind briefly wandered back to the events of the previous day, but I quickly pushed the thoughts aside. Maybe I'd confide in Drake about it later, but I hadn't made up my mind yet.As I watched the show, I
"Draco," I called, my voice firm."Why are you contacting me?" he declared, his tone cautious."I have Love with me, and she'll die if you don't do my bidding," I declared. He fell silent, and for a moment, I wondered if the intel I bought was incorrect."I don't believe you," he declared, his skepticism evident."Let's use WhatsApp," I suggested, a sly smile spreading across my face. "I won't only let you hear her, but you'll also see where I hurt her." I referred to the injury she sustained when I pushed her into the vehicle's trunk.I ended the call and switched to a video call, which displayed only his woman, struggling to communicate something to him with her mouth covered. I brought the phone to my masked face and spoke to him.But before I could speak, he beat me to it."What did you want?" he asked, his tone firm."I want your life," I declared, my voice cold and detached, as the woman I had ti
"Yes, it was destroyed by someone before the event," he replied."What type of being is that man?" I asked, curiosity piqued."A human," he replied matter-of-factly."Is he one of the workers in the plane?" I asked, seeking clarification."No, he is not," he replied."Now that's confusing," I said, furrowing my brow. "It simply means that, as far as he's not a registered person, he's the one targeting someone and getting killed in the process.""Yes, I thought as much," he agreed. "But then I couldn't grasp the fact that, even though he was killed in self-defense, why didn't he or she report the case to us?" he declared, his tone laced with puzzlement."Except the person is a slave," He added, the implication hanging in the air."Yeah, that's what I'm thinking, except the person is a slave," I added, Daisy's image flashing in my mind."Listen, and I repeat, listen carefully," I emphasized, my tone firm. "This case should die with those who know about it and not be investigated further
All hope seemed lost as I frantically thought of an explanation, with all eyes on me. I didn't want to attribute it to my period, nor did I want to reveal the truth. "I'm not surprised you're a useless, clumsy slave," Felix sneered. "Spilling red grape wine on yourself is childish." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was safe. But then Mrs. Jordan, seated at an angle where she could see the stain, chimed in. "I don't think it's red grape wine," she declared, her words sending a jolt through me. "And if it is not that, it doesn't look like the right position for a period, even if it came unexpectedly, and it's a little stain," she added, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the stain. At this point, I thought it wise to swallow my fear and explain myself and the events that had transpired. Just as the silence was about to become unbearable and I was about to confess, Felix intervened, unwittingly saving me from trouble. "It's the wine," Felix suggested, "I saw the way she
As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought
"I told you, didn't I?" he yelled, his blade flashing in the light as he aimed it at me. I dodged it by sheer luck, my fear-fueled instincts taking over. But in my attempt to evade him, he grabbed my hair, and I felt a searing pain as he dragged me out. He pulled me across the jet floor until my back slammed against a dead end. "This time, you won't be able to dodge my attack," he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since
Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll