Scared

Amara's POV.

I didn't know what to expect from him, he looked really angry and it scared me.

I didn't realize I'll see him here, all I came here to do was cry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come here." I hiccuped.

I started sobbing as my tears stained the dirt around us. I wiped off my cheeks and looked back at him. His expression showed a mixture of guilt, hurt, and anger.

 But mostly confusion. He stared down at me with no emotion. I was starting to feel scared again.

"I'm so sorry." I muttered.

"You should be working like the other slaves."

"So can you give me one credible reason why you're here?" He barked.

I bit my lip. Why am I even crying? It's not like he cares anymore than usual, but still the sight of his face made my heart ache.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the wall. I let out a whimper.

"Where are we going?" I managed to squeak out.

His eyes locked on mine in an instant. I felt chills go up my spine as I stared at those piercing grey orbs that were filled with hatred.

"Back." He grumbled under his breath, not taking his eyes away from me.

I quickly nodded, afraid of getting a slap on my face.

He stopped close to the gate, turning to me again, I clutched my hands nervously.

"What is it now?" I mumbled.

"Don't talk when I'm talking to you!" He yelled, making me flinch and jump slightly, his tone changed to that of calmness, but still angry.

A tear fell from my cheek. He clenched his fists in anger. I couldn't look away from his eyes, they held such a cold and dark glare that almost sent shivers down my spine.

Then he turned away from me again, opening the gate.

"Go back and do your duties." He barked, stalking away.

"S...Sure thing, Sir." I stuttered, trying not to fall down as the fear of being hit hit me hard.

As soon as the gate swung shut, I ran to the slave quarters.

I paused when I met the head slave, she glared hard at me, slapping immediately I faced her. My back hit the door and I dropped to my knees. She walked away while muttering something about how worthless I am.

That only made my chest tighten more. I tried to steady my breathing, but nothing helped. 

I crawled to a corner, where I sat on the ground and cried.

After crying, I stood up in my room, jumping on the bed. I fell asleep immediately.

*********

When the sun set, I stood up groggily, running out. I didn't want to get punished today.

I went to the head slave to get a list of what I had to do today.

When I got the list, I gasped,if was freaking long, I looked at the list of other slaves and I was surprised to see how short it was.

I looked at the long list of duties I had again, 

 they were just things I had to do. There wasn't much, most of them were light stuff like washing or sweeping and cooking or cleaning, I knew it was his doing.

I started working in the kitchen after dinner.

I finished everything pretty fast and they gave me the night shift, which was the worst because I was alone with so much work to do.

The next morning, the same thing happened.

Only this time they assigned me the chores by rank, but it wasn't too hard. All I had to do was wash the floors, sweep and carry loads.

All day, they kept giving me the night shift, so I would stay there until midnight.

It was a constant circle of suffering, each new night cycle was worse than the last, I don't think it was possible for me to get used to it.

I started working as a cook. I was the only slave who cooked, everyone else worked in the laundry or cleaned the houses.

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It was week and it seemed like everything reduced, I sighed in relief, he didn't make the head slave give me countless jobs to do.

I thought it was over, I would work less, but I wasn't ready for what was coming.

I was assigned to work in his room, always cleaning it.

I loved cleaning it, I could see him sometimes as the mate pull kept dragging me to him, I missed him even when I shouldn't.

Though I wasn't sure that was the same way he felt.

I knocked on his door as usual today. I paused when I heard moaning sounds coming from his room.

I swallowed hard before slowly entering.

He was fucking someone, I gasped I couldn't believe my eyes, he was facing me, his eyes staring hard at me, while pounding the woman hard.

I backed away shaking uncontrollably, the smell of lust and sex was filling the room, my whole body shivered. I was in shock. I couldn't believe my mate was fucking someone else for me to see.

My heart clenched tightly, the wave of pain hit me full force. The tears started falling once again.

I shook my head furiously, my legs trembled under me as I kept watching, the smirk on his face hurt me so much.

I felt my eyes burning, my tears continued to stream down my face, as I watched him pound into her.

Her moans and his grunts filled the room. I wanted to go and drag her away from him, but I knew how bad it'd turn out for me if I did it.

She kept moaning, "Yes alpha, harder."

He spanked her ass, and I kept watching them, my lips quivered.

My heart clenched tighter, this felt more worse than rejection, I wished he would reject me and I didn't have to watch him do this.

Suddenly, she threw her head back, screaming loudly. I felt myself shake even more, she screamed even louder.

He growled deeply at her, then slammed her against the wall, thrusting inside her again and again.

Tears continuously streamed down my face, the pain was unbearable.

My heart clenched painfully, it felt like I was being stabbed all over again. Every single movement he made was painful, every sound he made made me cry even more.

His thrusts grew harsher, faster, he was grunting loudly. He didn't stop till his cock was completely buried inside her. She moaned loud as well and I could barely hear her words.

"I... Uh, it's so good..."

He took hold of her hips and pulled her closer to him, his thrusts getting faster, his moans turning hoarse as he began cumming deep inside her.

I bit my lip so hard that I drew blood , my entire body was trembling, I could hardly breathe.

My chest hurt like hell as I witnessed his actions, it was killing me.