KAZIA
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I huddled at the far end of the cold cage. My entire body aching massively. The wounds inflicted on me stung as though my body had been bitten terribly by a group of ants. I bit down hard at my lips to reel in the pain and suppress the heat that burned up my insides.
Taking deep breaths, I tried to find my footing but failed miserably as I crashed down to the cold, hard surface.
"Kazia.." Someone called out to me. I recognized the familiar voice of Moira, my cellmate who was also locked up in the cage with me.
She reached out to me and tried to push me up but I wouldn't budge.
"Get up Kazia!" She cried out desperately, careful not to touch my bruises and open them up for the second time.
"Keep your voices down!" A guard yelled from outside the cage. He whipped the bars continuously to silence our voices.
"She's sick!" Moira croaked out "She's burning up. If you don't help her, she will die!"
"And do you think that I'm the least bothered if she lives or dies?" Came the guard's snide remark "Slaves die in here every single day so it doesn't matter if she does! She's just as worthless as the rest of them."
"So shut up otherwise you'd be clearing up the mines alongside the other slaves assigned for the night. Do you understand?" He grunted in anger and I heard his receding footsteps until they were gone.
"Moira... I don't feel too good! I hurt everywhere!" I whispered wearily while Moira held me closer to herself.
She pushed out my damp and sticky hair that had glued to the side of my face and tucked them behind my ears. I felt the sweat break out of my skin as my entire body trembled and shook under her arms.
"Nothing will happen to you Kazia." She breathed into my neck soothingly "You'll be fine. The goddess will not let anything happen to you my dear." She sobbed sympathetically.
Moira was the closest thing I had to a mother ever since I was brought in here.
When I was twelve, my village was raided by bandits. My people, including my mother, were killed while my father and I were taken as slaves into captivity.
I have been a prisoner, working and serving under the jurisdiction of Lycan King Murad, who attacked my village. My father and I have been separated for six years and even though I don't want to admit it, something deep inside tells me that he could be dead but I refuse to believe it.
"Did anything happen to you at the mines?" She asked, still sobbing.
Yes! But how do I bring myself to tell her that I have been assaulted countless times by the male guards that supervised the mines.
Each time I tried to protest or show any form of resistance, they punished me as a way of teaching me a lesson.
Earlier today, one of them had tried to force himself on me and because I had hit him, the chief guard took it upon himself to whip me till my back became numb and that's why I had ended up falling sick to the point of dying.
"I am f-fine Moira." I smiled weakly, "I am just tired from all the hard work."
"You are just too young Kazia." She cried pitifully, "No one should ever have to go through this."
She was right but my fate had already been decided since the day I was born. I will live and also die here. There was no hope for a common slave like me.
"Lycan King Murad is approaching the dungeon!" I heard the sudden announcement made by one of the guards and I panicked.
He's here. Oh no!
I trembled in fear as I suddenly became restless. Ever since I was brought here as a slave, Murad had taken an interest in me and had always made it a point of visiting my dungeon once in every week. He never misses a single week and those days are always considered the worst days of my life.
He was a ruthless king that was feared across the seven borders of each kingdom. His presence not only instills fear in people but only a glare or an intense stare can make someone wet themselves.
Why did he choose to come here today of all days?
I heard clattering of keys and before I could assimilate what was happening, he was already in my cage. His huge framed body occupied the space and I suddenly felt small and insignificant in his presence. I could feel his peering gaze on my skin even though I wasn't staring directly at him.
"Kazia..." He drawled in his deep voice that startled me and I suddenly went numb in the knees but still I forced myself to kneel down in front of him, my head bowed to the ground. Moira did the same as well.
"Welcome my l-lord!" I greeted him in the usual manner I was used to.
He crouched down beside me and lifted my chin to meet his scary and solemn face. I squirmed when my eyes came in contact with his dark and scary ones. He was fuming in anger and I could see the rage registered in them.
"Who did this to you?" He uttered, one sentence that voiced so much authority and command.
"I...I...." I stuttered and he slapped me across the face till I tasted blood which caused me to yelp in pain.
"When I ask you a question Kazia, you answer immediately." His grip on my chin tightened and I struggled to breathe through my mouth. "I do not tolerate it when I am put in an unnecessary suspense."
"F-Forgive me my lord!" I whimpered, my hands flew to caress my bruised cheeks.
"Now, who did this to you Kazia and don't make me repeat myself?" His eyes trailed my injured skin to my bare back that burned up as though it was lit on fire.
Tears trailed down my bruised cheeks as I struggled to maintain eye contact with Murad's compelling ones.
"Denali...the chief guard." My lips quivered as I uttered his name.
"He whipped me because I had refused to sleep with him!" I sniffed "I had tried to get him to stop but he refused so he flogged me as punishment"
"What!" He flared up in rage and released my chin from his firm grip. "How dare he touch what doesn't belong to him? How dare he hit my slave? My own property?" He growled, his eyes took another shade of color and I could sense that his feral animal was close to the surface.
Rising up to full length, he gestured to the guard at the gate. "Bring me that bastard!" He yelled at the top of his voice. His vibrant tone shook the four corners of the cage.
The guards took to his heels immediately and soon enough, Denali was standing in front of the Lycan king who had him pinned to the wall.
"How DARE YOU!" He spat in outrageous rage. "How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?"
"Forgive me my lord, I had no idea that she belonged to y-you." He stammered, as he tried to pull Murad's hands away from his grip. "She tried to force herself on me!"
I shot him a frightened look "No. I would never!" I tried to say in my defense. "He was the one who tried to force himself on me! He had tried to rape me countless times"
"You not only tried to sleep with her but you also hit her and now you're trying to lie to my face?" Murad threw him across the cage and he handed on his butt. His head came in contact with the huge bars and he bleeded profusely.
"I made you the chief of all guards and sentinels because I wanted you to work for me and not because I wanted you to work with your dick instead!" He picked him up from the ground like he weighed nothing and flung him in the opposite direction. He spurted out blood from his mouth at the impact of the hit.
"Now tell me" He started towards him slowly "Why shouldn't I just kill you this very instant Denali? Give me one reason why I shouldn't just sever your head from your body"
"My lord!" The guard scrambled to Murad's feet almost immediately in a desperate plea "Forgive me my lord. Have mercy on this lowly servant! Please do not kill me." He held onto his feet but he kicked him away.
Murad went silent for a while before saying "I will forgive you Denali but I would make absolutely sure that you never repeat your actions ever again." He sneered with a smirk "Have him locked up in the lethal dungeon. Do not give him food and water for the next three days until I say so. Let him suffer like he had made her suffer." He ordered and the guards set out to carry his bidding.
"You are lucky that you didn't give yourself to him Kazia" He pulled my slave collar with one hand and touched my cheeks. He trailed his other finger down my neck till it landed on my almost exposed chest. "You are mine. You belong to me and I do not want to share your body with anyone else!" He claimed with lustful eyes while I tried to calm my ragged breath.
I swallowed the bile that had risen to my throat. My hands shook visibly as I tried to steady myself and not hide or look away.
"I will reward you today because you choose to remain pure." He stared down at me "From this day henceforth, Kazia shall be known as my branded slave. Make arrangements for her to join the consort of slaves as one of my women."
I froze. My brain suddenly went numb. Consort? Branded? Pet? Those were the only words that constantly rang in my ears.
Murad was letting me go in order to make me his pet. Could this day get any worse?
KAZIA.I stood in front of the burning furnace. My fears suddenly arise like troubled waves. Murad had instructed his guards to take me to the branding chambers where the supposed ritual for my branding as his pet was situated."Strip!" They ordered but I shook my head negatively, my tears falling rapidly like twin rivers. He gestured to the guards and they both grabbed me so that I couldn't run away. I kicked, flapped and struggled but all my efforts to get away from them proved abortive."Please let me go!" I cried out in despair. I didn't want to go through with it. I don't want to be here. The thought of having your flesh burned up in a bid to bear the initials of a man who wanted to claim you as his slave was just wrong on so many levels. "The Lycan king has requested and you have no other choice but to go through it." He reminded me and signaled the men to push me closer. I watched him with teary eyes as he pulled out the rod that had been placed in the fire. They tore my cl
MURAD.All through the night I couldn't sleep. All my thoughts were filled with that woman—Kazia. I wanted her around me and bedside me. I wanted nothing more than to take her, to breathe her and to break her. I wanted to be inside her. Hell, I wanted to taste every inch of her.I cannot believe that I have watched her grow into the woman she is now. My patience and persistence had finally paid off. She bore my mark, she belonged to me.A smile tugged at my lips when my mind played back to the incident that had happened earlier. I loved being in control and her weakness had turned me on to the point of utter madness.The pulsating veins around my manhood throbbed when I reminisced on how alluring she looked in that dress. She looked so good, so enticing, so provocative. It's only a matter of time Murad. I know deep down that after today, she will end up on my bed and I will take her innocence and mark her as my consort permanently.I would let her be for now. She needed to heal becau
Kavan I sat at the round table with the other Lycan Kings, trying my best to appear interested as they babbled on and on about their packs and their latest conquests. The six of them haven't stopped trying to talk over each other and saying I was bored out of my mind would be an understatement. Everything they were talking about was things that I had heard quite several times and even though their repetitive stories didn't surprise me all that much, I was still very irritated by their pathetic attempts to outshine each other and brag about their mediocre achievements. Speaking right now was Lycan King Mario, with his obnoxious demeanor and his obsession with bragging about his collection of pets like it was some kind of respectable achievement. He hadn't stopped talking about how his pack was expanding, and how he was adding to his harem of branded women, making him the Lycan King with the most pets. I honestly could never understand how forcefully branding women and keeping t
KaziaRestlessness gnawed at my insides as I sat next to Murad, trying to keep my gaze trained on the ground. My mind kept wandering back to Kavan, my newly discovered mate who I still couldn’t believe existed. The fact that I had found my mate and confirmed that I had a mate was still very shocking for me because it was the last I’d have ever expected.After years of being Murad’s prisoner, and now his pet, I never thought that I would be lucky enough to ever meet my soulmate. I had always just thought I wasn’t destined to have one and that even if I did, I’d never get to meet him but the fact I did and that he was a Lycan king was even more shocking to me. My eyes darted around the room, my heart racing as I caught another glimpse of Kavan. I wanted to take another look at him, to see him up close and personal, but I couldn't risk the wrath of Murad.Being in the company of Murad was unbearable and suffocating. I knew he was watching me closely, and I couldn't help but feel his un
KavanI walked back to the table where Jason was waiting for me in anticipation with my heart pounding in my chest. As soon as I took a seat, Jason leaned in, eager to hear about my encounter with my mate."So, did you find her?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.I had expected him to be curious, seeing as he was the one that had found a way to distract Murad and give Kazia and me a chance to meet.I could sense the excitement building inside him, and I knew I couldn't keep him waiting any longer. "Yeah, I did," I replied, my voice full of pride.A smile crept over my face, and I could see Jason's eyes lighting up with excitement. "What's her name?" he asked eagerly."Kazia," I replied and the sound of her name sent shivers down my spine.As soon as I mentioned her name, memories of our encounter flooded my mind. The way her eyes had lit up when she saw me, the way she had stood on her toes to kiss me, the way she had felt when I had held her. It was almost too much to bear
Kazia As we made our way back to the pack, Murad didn't for once look at me or say a word to me and this scared me to the core. I knew his silence could only mean more trouble for me, and I couldn't help but imagine different scenarios of how Murad intended on punishing me.When we arrived back at the palace, Murad instructed the other female servants to take his other pet, who had gone to the meeting with us, to her room, while I was to be taken to his room. On hearing this, my fear heightened as I knew immediately that Murad was going to have his way with me tonight and it wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. The other servants escorted me to Murad's room, and as we entered the room, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. The room was extremely dark, and everything was so ominous and creepy. Every corner of the room was painted black, and the only source of light came from candles. Chains hung from the walls, and whips and knives were displayed everywhere and i
Kazia I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, my consciousness gradually taking hold. As I blinked my eyes open, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I squinted my eyes gently, trying to gather myself and that was when it hit me. The memories of last night. How I was sexually assaulted by the man who calls himself my owner; Murad. Tears welled up in my eyes as the memories of how he had forcefully had his way with me without caring about the fact that I was inexperienced and in the process, caused me nothing but immense pain and torment. I was busy reeling in my sadness and frustration, trying to force myself to erase the memories from last night until I was abruptly interrupted by a soft knocking on the door."Lady Kazia," a voice called from outside. "It's time to wake up," the voice announced.I groaned angrily, the remnants of exhaustion still clinging to my body and making me weak. I had barely slept the night befor
Kazia Iris kept regarding me with a mixture of curiosity and concern, with her eyes searching mine for answers as we stood in the corridor of the Pet's quarters."So what brought you out of your room, Kazia?" Iris inquired, her voice laced with genuine curiosity. "I thought you weren't feeling well and I honestly wasn’t expecting to catch you out here, roaming when you should be resting up," she added.A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned against the wall, seeking a momentary respite from the weight of my own thoughts. "I was feeling rather bored, Lady Iris. Being cooped up in that room, isolated from the world and even proper sunlight, was driving me to the brink of madness. I needed some fresh air to get myself together again and I also wanted to take it as a chance to explore this palace and know my way around," I explained. A flicker of worry passed over Iris' face as she listened to my explanation. "I understand the restlessness, Kazia, but you must be cautious, kid. You