Chapter 3: The hated slave

Chapter 3:

I gasped as ice cold water splashed all over me, regaining my consciousness. I was hacking up a lung, coughing and spluttering as I tried to get the water out of my lungs.

"How dare you!" I growled between wheezes and coughs.

Seriously.

I tried to sit up for the first time and that was when I realized that my hands and feet were tied. Fear seized my heart and I looked around the small dark room, memories of what has happened in the last few hours started coming back to me.

My eyes adjusted to what little light was filtering into the room and right there, sitting in a dark corner like a king on his throne was Alpha Atlas, his cold dark gaze piercing into my skull.

"Bastard!" I shrieked, struggling to get up but somebody kicked me hard in my stomach and I folded into a foetal position, pain shooting up my body.

"Mind your manners when you address the Alpha, child," a feminine voice tittered but she could have well been a screaming banshee for all I care because she was right in my face now.

I looked up and glared at her, rage festering in my bones.

She was beautiful in a risque, sultry way and dressed to accentuate her curves. She was wearing a tiny little crop top which her gigantic boobs were spilling out of. Her tight leather mini skirt was so short, it barely covered her crotch. 

Fucking whore.

There was a star tattoo on her left boob and her dark silky hair bounced against her boobs every time she moved. Her only make up was a black lipstick that added to her grave, sultry beauty.

She was also a witch. A dark witch. I could smell it on her and my nose wrinkled in disgust.

"How dare you?" I sneered at her. If I was back at my father's hands, I'd break her fingers for this disrespect

She crouched in front of me, an equal sneer on her pretty face. "I'll be careful, princess. Don't want anything bad to happen to you now, do you?"

"What gives a fucking whore the right to speak to me?" 

The woman grinned wickedly. "You have such a nasty tongue for such an innocent face. I'd love to carve out that tongue of yours and see what you can do without it."

I smiled sweetly at her unfazed by the sarcastic smile on her lips. "Probably more than you can ever do with yours. Did you know your alpha asked me to join his harem? Even with all that tongue, he must be unsatisfied with your tricks in bed."

That seemed to be news to her and an enraged vein popped in her forehead. 

I didn't see the slap coming until it was too late. My face snapped to the right. My left cheek burned.

She grabbed my chin and jerked my head back to look at her, "now listen, you little bitch-" she sneered

"Lola."

One word, a clear warning dripping in command and that was enough for her let me go.

"That's enough." The alpha said in a calm monotone. "You can leave us."

The woman, Lola scoffed and left.

The alpha rose from the stool and walked towards me. He didn't stop until he was right in front of me, staring down on me.

He crouched down in front of me and I struggled to fight off the wave of desire that overcame me the moment I got a whiff of his scent.

He took my face in his hand and caressed my cheek, a dark glint in his eyes. "Do you know how incredibly sexy you are?"

I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest as he traced circles around my cheekbones.

"This face. That tongue. That temper of yours." He closed his eyes and inhaled the skin on my neck. "This gorgeous fucking scent."

Desire and want rolled off my skin and I needed to get a hold on myself and remind myself that I hated him. He was my parents' murderers for shitsake!

"What? Little miss witch isn't enough for you?" 

It was obvious that they were sleeping together. From her body language and with how comfortable she is in his presence, especially with that dress. And there was also the way she reacted after I told her that Atlas wanted me to be his whore. That jealousy. That rage. That possessiveness. They had to be fucking each other.

"Why're are you fighting it?" He asked.

"What?" My voice came out as a squeak and I hated it. "I fucking hate you."

"You want me. I can feel how much you desire me, Nyx. I can practically taste how much you want me on your skin. You're a terrible liar, Nyx."

"And you're a psychopath."

"I've been called worse."

"You murdered my parents!"

"A small price they had to pay for messing with me and with my blood. Now what were you saying about that tongue and the things that it can do?" 

This bastard was literally picking and choosing what he wanted to hear from me.

I smiled at him, feigning sweetness. "You wanna know? Come closer."

He smiled an amused smile and leaned in closer, humouring me.

"I... Will rather suck on a cactus." I deadpanned.

His laughter was a deep rumble in his chest. "Careful, princess. I might just be tempted to grant you your every wish." 

"Then, let me go." I demanded.

He traced my cheekbones and lips absentmindedly, a cold look in his eyes.

"I'm never letting you go. I spared your life. You're mine now, to do as I please. But first I have to break that feisty spirit of yours. You have to pay for what your father did... With your blood." 

This bastard.

Rage bubbled in my stomach and I collected saliva in my mouth and spat at him.

He went still for a moment and I flashed a sick twisted grin at him, glad that I caught him off guard and finally managed to catch his attention and get him to stop talking for one damn moment.

However, all my bravado fell to my feet when rage erupted in his eyes and the silver glint of his vampiric fangs flashed in the moonlight pouring into the room.

Is he... Is he going to drink my blood?

He stroke my snow white hair and tucked it behind my ear. I didn't know I had asked that question out loud until he chuckled.

"Drink your blood? No. While I'm sure it'll be a treat to drain you of all that fire in your veins, I have something better in store for you."

That was all the warning I had before he plunged his fangs into my neck.

I screamed in agony as plumes of venom flushed into my veins.

I've dated a vampire before, not like I'd ever admit it to anyone. It was a short fling and when we had sex, he would bite me and drink some of my blood. It was the most euphoric feeling in the entire world. A drug I was slowly getting addicted to.

This was nothing like that.

I screamed, writhed, twisted and shook in absolute agony, thrashing hard as fiery, eroding pain coursed its way through my veins.

Atlas wasn't sucking my blood. He was injecting venom into me.

He was trying to turn me.