Chapter 5: A Slave for the Triplets

“Oh My!” Lowly, she exclaimed. Rafa approaching her made her more terrified, and before she knew it, he was holding her hands and twisting them slightly before turning her back to face him. His hand then came to her neck and felt rough, as if he were going to strangle her. She began to breathe rapidly. Her lips parted a little as she attempted to take a breath, sending chills down her spine.

“You should take orders seriously, Kiara” he said, his hand getting tight around her Neck.

“I… I… I Am sorry, Please… I Am so sorry” she managed to let out words.

“You think I was kidding about ripping your head off?” He asked, he was speaking closely to her ear, She felt like her heart would jump out of her chest in no time.

Clyde, who was watching stood up, as he put his hand in his pocket.

“Go to my room And wait for me” Rafa said, she didn't even know his room, but she wanted to avoid annoying the Devil more, so she nodded as she gave Alex an apologetic look before she ran out of the sitting room with tears in her eyes, she came across a door that has Rafa engraved on it, but it was quite tiny, she hoped it was his room, she got in, seeing his room her heart fell to her stomach, She reminded herself not to cry And stay strong, but the question was, is she strong?

While waiting for him, A lot of things ran through her mind, mostly afraid that he would rape her. “Goddess, please help me” she prayed, her Eyes were closed as she seems to be praying but hearing the door make a cracking sound, she looked up. With wide eyes as she was very much scared about anything that Would Happen.

Rafa entered, sending a sinking feeling through her stomach. Oh, and this time he was shirtless. As he drew nearer to her with his piercing eyes, she backed away, appearing terrified. He approached her while brandishing a whip.

'Another round of pain' she mused, with teary eyes. Staring into his eyes, they were cold, and she could see no Trace of emotions at all.

“I am going to give you two options” Rafa uttered, she just listened.

“Option one, Let me rip your head off, option two let me whip you” he said casually, looking at him gave her chills. The room was filled with a weird aura that she couldn't fathom. He picked up a glass cup as he filled it with a wine, his room was basic looking it was wide, with a king-size bed,, some artistic picture frame, covered in red and black Interior.

“So, What Option do you Want?” he sipped the wine, as he smirked.

“You want?” He offered her the glass cup of wine he was drinking.

'What type of person is this, seriously wants to kill me also offering me a drink? I can never forgive you for this Janet' she mused inwardly, looking at him with unusual eyes.

“Whip Me” Kiara took a couple of deep breaths.

“Wise” Kiara saw a smirk play on his face. “Turn around” his tone immediately changed to more serious, more deep, more chilling that she could tell that he meant business.

“Turn around and bend over, don't let me say it again, Little kitten” a drop of tears falls. Off her Eyes, but she embraced herself for whatever that would happen. She did as she was told, with her Eyes closed, all she could remember was all the abuse she has gone through, her heart ached more.

'Why can't I Just end this pain' She mused to herself.

“Count with me, if you lose count I Will start from the beginning, understood?”

“Yes” it was barely heard.  She closed her Eyes, expecting to feel a hard pain. Her heart was beating fast, but then…

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” she screamed when she heard the loud sound of the whip And a cracking sound, her body stiffened up.

Kiara slowly opened her Eyes and looked at him, but he said nothing he just looked at her in the eyes but as tears streamed down her face, that was when she looked around and realized that he whipped the glass cup that had wine in it and not her.

“Don't get on my bad side, Little kitten you won't like me” he said but out of fear she mistakenly hit her hand on the table that had the broken glass, and she had a cut, immediately, on her hand.

“Ouch” she winched in pain as she looked at her hand, she saw him staring at her bloody cut before he said, 

“Get out” She bolted out of his room without a second's hesitation, but on the way, she ran into Alex. She looked down as she tried to walk past him, but he pulled her back as he pinned her to the walk, looking at her, well looking at her lips, his thumb touched her lips, wiping off the blood in it, turns out that because of fear, she had bitten her lower lip until it was bleeding.

“I am sorry about your tea” she apologized.

“Kiara, The next time that happens, I would be the one to take care of you” his voice was calm yet chilling at the same time. She looked into his Eyes And she can see he meant it, she looked at his thumb.

'How am I going to survive with Three Devils?' she was really in deep thought.

“And next Time avoid getting a cut on your lips” she looked at his thumb that had her blood on it before he whispered. “It makes them look uglier than it is already.” She, unconsciously, kicked her lips, as she felt offended but said nothing.

“Go” He released her.

It was a complete mistake, but it made her heart and body ache with so much difficulty, she hadn't been able to stop crying, and she really didn't Want to Be Alive anymore. She managed to drag herself to her feet even when her muscles protested. She would be pronounced dead if she didn't go and do their bidding. After all, she was just a slave, and she didn't have a say in her life anymore.

She hadn't eaten anything since morning and the whole house was a mess. She started with the dining table, cleaning the used plates and tasting the tea Alexander had drank. Indeed, there was salt, but how on earth could she have mistaken salt for sugar? Everyone makes mistakes, but as a slave, making mistakes gets you punished. She gently packed the plates, her hands trembling with so much vigor it felt like she would just collapse, but she finally made it to the kitchen and started doing the dishes.

She blamed her dad for this, if only he would have actually loved her like a real daughter then none of this would be happening. She was starting to despise men, they were all looking the same in her eyes. A bunch of evil rapists, she sniffed back her tears and she felt a presence, but when she looked back, there was no one there.

“I thought someone was there…” she whispered to herself before dragging herself to the living area, she remembered when she first walked through the door, Janet had said she could stay here for as long as she needed to, but now she couldn't leave. Janet had hurt her so much, but she didn't want to believe Janet knew, she just couldn't imagine that her best friend would lead her into a coven of demons to be devoured. She wiped more tears that dropped from her tired orbs, and before she could count to a hundred, she was done with the living room.

She looked around and realized that the brothers were nowhere to be seen and to her, it was a good thing, Rafa must be somewhere blowing steam, but she still couldn't help but feel that she was being watched and when she turned around, she saw Clyde staring at her. Her heart skipped multiple beats, but he only nodded his head, and that was a signal for her to get back to work.

So, he was the one who was watching her, and it was very scary, Kiara felt that he would pounce on her and rape her, and she didn't want that to happen, but she tried to divert her mind from it and get back to work. Soon afternoon had arrived, and she was back in the kitchen preparing lunch, she knew Clyde never stopped watching her, he would pop up from out of nowhere to make sure she was still doing what she should.

The brothers ate, and she watched them, everyone was silent and not smiling, they usually talked whenever they ate together, but this time was different. She had her head hung, her vision was a bit blurry since she hadn't had anything all day, and Clyde noticed she could be blown away by a gentle breeze with her current state. And he needed to talk to Rafa about it. Lunch came to a close and Clyde pulled his brothers back to their room.

“We need to talk.” he starts, his voice was a bit hoarse, and it was directed to Rafa,

“What is it now? Don't tell me you're feeling pity for that slave!” he growled at his brother, Rafa was always quick to fight while Alexander just watched them bark it out, he had always found their squabbles amusing, but it seemed it was going to be heated this time around, “is she already making you weak?”

“Not pity or weak Rafa, but your anger makes you make wrong decisions, yes she is a slave but no one is above mistakes, except the goddess. I find it irritating that you would punish someone for mistakes you can make yourself.” Clyde Let out, and this made Alexander take a long sip of water with his eyes widened.

'Since when did he start caring?' Alex asked himself.

He knew Rafa wasn't going to sit this one and let it slide, “Do you remember when you put cinnamon in brother’s soup? And it was just a mistake?”

Rafa scoffed upon remembering that, it was years ago, and he was merely a dumb clumsy kid who was trying to do something nice for his elder brother, but he knew nothing about the kitchen and dumped cinnamon into Alexander's soup, and it gave him an upset stomach. He was offended that Clyde could still remember, and even more offended that he would use it against him.

“That was a mistake, right?” he pressed on until a vein in Rafa’s forehead literally popped, the tension was high.

“First of all, I was a kid, and you know very well I know nothing about the kitchen,” he tried to push his mortifying moment to the back of his brain, Alexander did his best not to laugh at his brothers, but he couldn't fight the smile that graced his aging but still perfect features, “and that was me, we know very well that I have no intention of hurting my brother, but you see that disgusting creature? We can't trust her. It was salt today, it could be poison tomorrow. Or have you forgotten?” 

Rafa was referring to the moment when one of their servants poisoned Alexander's food, but luckily, he survived and the servant was brutally executed.

Clyde was silent as the memory pricked him, Rafa didn't say anything more, and he left in anger. Clyde turned to his brother and Alexander was mute as usual, he still didn't see any problem with what Rafa did, but he would allow him to cool off, so they could actually talk about it.

“Where is the hothead?” Clyde asked Alexander who was reading a book, he simply shrugged his shoulders, and this made Clyde raise a brow. Rafa had spent all his anger on aggressive training, and he had passed out on the couch. Kiara had just finished in the kitchen, and she knew better than to wake him up, after all, he was mad at her, so she wouldn't disturb him and give herself another black eye.

She was moving past he until he grabbed the hem of her dress, he was holding on to it so tightly like it would rip, “Oh goddess what is this now?” She tried pulling it out of his grip, but there was no way to do that without him waking up. She was stuck with him, she heaved an exhausted sign and crouched to the floor beside him before curling into a ball. She studied his features, “The handsome ones are the deadliest” she mumbled before she eventually fell asleep.

He still held on to her dress, like it was what would save him if he was drowning and couldn't swim.

Morning came, and he woke up before her, he was appalled by her presence but when he noticed he kept her unwillingly, he relaxed a little, “Little Kitten… Wake up.” he tapped her head and she opened her eyes, they were a bit bloodshot red, and he found it irritating. She blinked a few times to register where she was, and she remembered what happened, now she was awoken, and his face wasn't smiling at her,

“Good morning master Rafa, you fell asleep on the couch yesterday,” she yawned a little, and he never took his eyes off her, like he was studying her, he only hums, but he was still holding on to her dress, “what would you like to eat?” She doesn't still understand why the brothers always brothers her to make food when they can go hunt, but she sees it as something they want her to do because they rarely touch the food she makes.

“Pancakes.” It was a strange choice even for him, but he felt like it, and she had to give him what he wanted. She coughed a little, and he let go of her dress and she went to make him pancakes. Rafa got ready early, and he was at the dining table. He went on to eat, not waiting for his brothers, which was a tradition he broke whenever he was angry at them.

They finally came down from the room and Clyde went to him first, taking the plate away from him, “you're breaking the bro code.” he joked, but Rafa wasn't in the mood, he huffed and bent to kiss his brother’s forehead, “I'm sorry.” he pouted, and it was cute enough to reach Rafa’s heart,

“Get the fuck out of my face and give me back my food.” he snatched the plate back from him and continued to eat, but his face was flustered, as much as he hated to admit it, he had a very soft spot for his brothers, “I hate you.” Alexander laughed at him while Clyde cooed,

“I love you too!” Clyde gave him a big hug before Rafa began to growl like a wolf. They had made up.

If there was one thing she noticed about them, it has to be the way they are with each other Vs they way they are with outsiders.

Kiara thought it was sweet. She wished she had a family to fight with, but she was all alone. Days passed and Rafa gave her a tough time, giving her work to do over and over again, and the best she could have was water. She could barely walk steadily now, and it didn't go unnoticed, her efficiency had reduced greatly. The three days were over and Clyde gave her permission to eat, she was so happy but so weak, and she didn't even know what to make for herself.

Maybe something light. Toast and eggs, she managed to swallow the food without throwing up, it didn't taste as good because she was so sad, and just when the trouble was over, it seemed a new one was brewing. Rafa stormed in and saw her struggling to eat.

“And why are you eating?” he was irked, and she looked at him, too tired to speak, she could barely chew, “I asked you a question, answer me!” he growled at her until he got his answer.

“I asked her to eat.” Clyde came in, with his hands in his pocket, and he stood in front of his brother, “Is there a problem?”