BRIELLE’S POV“This way, miss….” Brielle followed the heavily built man leading her away from the stage without saying anything, and she did so silently. ‘Miss?’ She mentally repeated to herself. He'd addressed her as a miss, but she was just an enslaved person, so why bother with that endearment? He had told her to come and get dressed, and now he was calling her miss. 'That is not a term of endearment like you’re thinking, silly girl.' Her subconscious instantly chided, and Brielle rolled her eyes as she continued walking down the path where the man seemed to be leading her too. At the same time, she became aware of her surroundings and realized that this place, like every other slave handler's abode she had visited, was the same. Brielle couldn't help but feel sorry for the desperate men and women who were arranged in rooms or cells, waiting to be sold. She wasn't blindfolded this time, unlike previous times when she passed, and all she could hear were their distressed voice
MADELINE’S POVMadeline hurried to her room, wanting to get to the confines of her chambers so she could reflect on everything that had happened today. She had tears in the back of her eyes from the way Lord Darius had yelled at her earlier, and what made her even angrier was that he had acted that way because of that bitch, Brielle, and she couldn't control her rage at the moment. Finally, standing in front of her door, she inserted the key lock and pushed open the door, walking straight to the bed and heaving a huge sigh of relief as she plopped her tired body on the soft foam. She was relieved to be back home, in her haven, where she could plan her next course of action. Brielle was still alive, and damn! This news was so bad. So, so wrong. The bitch was still alive and had been purchased, but Madeline had no idea who had done so. When the slave trader wanted to reveal the information about whoever had bought Brielle, Lord Darius allegedly sent her back to the car and shouted
BRIELLE’S POV"We’re done here.” The ladies dressing Brielle said to each other, and then they took a step back to allow her to see herself in the full-length mirror in front of her. Her jaw dropped slack open, and Brielle gasped as she saw the incredibly long black gown they had worn her in.The outfit was all shades appropriate if that's the right word. Yes, she had chosen the dress because of the color, black, as it would provide adequate protection for her body, but she had not anticipated the cloth covering every single part of her body. It wasn't even open, nor did it hug her body in a way that highlighted her demure curves; instead, it was free, big, and just enough to cover her entire body. Brielle had expected a more naked appearance, as she was probably getting ready to meet the mysterious man who had won the bid and bought her, but this was the polar opposite of what she had imagined. She returned her gaze to the women who had styled her, expecting to see disapproval a
DARIUS POV"Did you dispose of the bitch's body properly?" Darius inquired, and Rocky nodded in response."I'm at a loss for words. I still can't believe Delilah did this to me..." Darius mumbled angrily again, facing Rocky squarely and freezing in his steps for a few moments before continuing to pace around the room restlessly. There was no rest for him, and tonight he was oddly confident that he would not sleep a wink. Thank goodness for the alcohol, whiskey, and dull wine, which kept him awake through the night. He wasn't a crack addict, but he might light up something tonight to relieve the excruciating pain and agony he was experiencing. "Master, I believe you should rest tonight. It's late already, and you look exhausted. You haven't gotten much rest since returning from your trip. We would certainly get Brielle back, but not in this condition." How could he fucking sleep when Brielle was being manhandled and mistreated by strangers or even his enemies? How could he act as
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle awoke from her slumber when she felt hands gently tap her on the shoulders. The first thing she wanted to do was open her eyes and rub them, but her shoulders deflated when she remembered she was wearing a blindfold and had no idea where she was or what time it was. Briefly recalling the events of the last few hours, she remembered the dressing room and the hefty man coming to lead her out of the room and into a vehicle.Yes… Yes, Brielle finally knew where she was.She was in a vehicle, most likely a van that was no longer moving, and they must have arrived at their destination. Her buyer's house, most likely, and an unintentional smile curled her lips. She was finally here, and she felt unwarranted happiness in her chest simultaneously. She shook her body a little bit, the same time, she heard some one say something, not to her, but to the other person in the van with her.Two men... Brielle raised her brows as she heard the husky voices that she couldn't
MADELINE’S POV"I'd rather see Lord Darius and...""What's going on here, ladies?" Madeline immediately asked the maids gathered around.She had come to the kitchen to get some water and was on her way out when she heard Lord Darius's name being called, and she was intrigued as to what was going on. "It's nothing important, Madeline. You are free to leave." One of the maids standing said to her, and Madeline shot her a deathly glare. “I heard the three of you talking about Lord Darius, or am I deaf? Aside from the fact that you stated it was unimportant, I'm sure Lord Darius would be relieved to know that he is unimportant in this mansion. How does that sound?""I beg you, please. Don’t tell Lord Darius such." The silly girl began to say while revealing why they had been discussing their master. “A guard arrived to inform us that he has a hangover and requires someone to come clean his room. We're just deliberating on who to go, that’s all.”"No way!" Madeline blurted out slowly, rea
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle slowly opened her eyes to the rays of light streaming in through the small window in the room.As she sat upright, yawning slightly, she stretched her arms and limbs, wondering how long she'd been here.Maybe it was late evening, or she didn't know, but she looked out the windows again and noticed that the light coming in was a little dim, indicating that the sun had already set.She couldn't even climb the bed and chair to look outside the building she'd been brought to if she tried, and sagging her shoulders, she ran through the events of the day in her head.From the billing house journey to this location and the appropriate knowledge that she was still being treated well, Brielle reveled in the memories. She had been fed and given water to clean herself before falling asleep on the bed while the two women who had been with her watched.They soon left, and now she was alone in the room.Deciding to go to the door to check if it was open, Brielle stood up and
DARIUS POVDarius fluttered his eyes open, his hands flying to his brow in anticipation of a pounding headache, but he felt nothing.Sitting upright with all the strength he could muster, he looked around his room, his vision still a little foggy.Why wasn't he suffering from a hangover, as he had expected?The last thing he remembered was speaking to Eve’s ghost, seeing Brielle, and drinking himself to tears and sleep.Then also… his mirror.He'd punched away at it in rage. Angrily striking the full-length blades with his knuckles and...He drew his gaze to the corner of the room where the full-length mirror had been situated, expecting to see broken glasses all over the floor, but there were none.The floor had been cleaned, and he couldn't see even the tiniest speck of glass on it from where he was lying on the bed.He examined his bloodied and bruised hands, which were fully bandaged, cleaned, and disinfected at the same time.Someone had been in his room; Darius could only think