Chapter 2 – Slave

*Chapter contains violence and abuse that can be triggering*

ZARA

I look at the clock, and it’s 5:30 in the morning, and I need to get up. It’s my job to make breakfast for master Kilian and Mistress Camille. I am not allowed to say their names. Slaves don’t do that, the Mistress says. I look at the calendar, and there are two days until I turn 17. Since I was a child, I was told my parents didn’t want me anymore and that they didn’t love me. So they gave me away.

I get dressed in my old worn-out T-shirt and the skirt they make me wear. The door opens, and my guard Samson comes into my room. He smirks, and his eyes are almost black when he sees I am awake and I take a step back, gulping, knowing when he is like this, I won’t leave this room before he says so.

“Good morning, Slave.” He always calls me a slave. Almost everyone does. He comes close to me, running a finger over my cheek, making me want to throw up, I hate when he touches me, so I cringe.

“Now, now. Be a good Slave.” He tells me before groping my breasts. He lets go grabbing my long hair that is in its usual braid. And pushes me to my knees with his other hand. Tears are already forming in my eyes.

When I am where he wants me, he opens his pants and frees his hard cock, looking at me with hunger and saying.

“You know what to do, Slave.” And I do, but I don’t want to.

He must think I am too slow because he grabs harder around my braid. Forcing the tip of his cock on my lips.

“Open!” He orders me, and I know he will slap me if I don’t, so I do what I am told, and he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth, causing me to gag every time he hits the back of my throat.

I close my eyes, thinking of something else, knowing it won’t be long. He is rough today and feels like he is choking me with it. But before I know it, he moans and growls when he comes down my throat. He pulls out, and I gasp for air, tears running down my face.

“Go clean your face and hurry. You still need to Cook for the Master and Mistress.” I do what he says and hurry to my bathroom.

I put a finger down my throat and throw up, and I always do after this. Then I brush my teeth and wash my face. Walking into my room again, I am yanked out and roughly led to the kitchen. He leaves after locking the door.

I cook the usual. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, and various other food. I put it on plates and placed it on serving trays. I finish just as the door opens, and Samson returns with two other girls. They look at me as if I am something disgusting, take the trays and leave. Then the door is locked again.

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After I made lunch and cleaned up, Samson grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. He leads me to the Master and Mistress, pushing me to my knees, and leaves the room. Master stands up and comes over to me.

“There is our little slave.” I don’t say anything; I am not allowed to speak unless I am directly talked to.

“You turn 18 in two days, slave.” I still do not speak but only nod my head.

“That means you will get your wolf, but let me remind you that there are guards everywhere. So don’t get any good ideas.” I shake my head.

“Good, Ziva will come tomorrow.” I shiver. Ziva is a witch; she comes every year around my birthday and does something to me. What it is, I don’t know.

I heard heels coming toward me, and the next thing I knew, I was slapped so hard I fell to the floor. It is the Mistress, and she likes to hit and beat me for no reason.

“Keep your eyes on the floor, slave. And clean this room.” She yelled, even though I had been looking at the floor.

I begin to clean the room, knowing what they will start to do. And sure enough, it didn’t take long before moans and groans came from master and Mistress. The Mistress likes to have sex with the master when I am in their room. And if the master says no, she whines and yells that he doesn’t love her. When they are done, she slaps me and tells me that I look like the whore who gave birth to me.

When I am done cleaning, they call Samson to come to take me to prepare dinner. After dinner and cleaning up, I am taken to my room, where I stay until the next morning. This is how every day goes.

I lay on my metal bed and think back to my dream. I always wonder where I know the name Zach from and why it feels like he is important to me. I mean, it is just a dream. I don’t even think he is real. And the woman I called mommy looked like me. It is all very confusing. Master once told me they had Ziva remove my memories and said he didn’t want me to think about the people who didn’t want me. After a few hours, I fall asleep.