Kiara's pov:Apparently, that blatant voice had unbelievably emerged from my tiny throat, leaving my larynx quiver with penitence afterwards.Eric scoffed, rubbing his palms together furiously. He turned to walk away or so I assumed, only to attack me with another slap, completely taking me off guard.I slumped, my soft butt kissing the hard floor. My nose bled from the galling effect and a little cut disgraced my lips.I didn't realize how many pounds of breath I struggled to contain. For a moment, I wasn't quite sure I understood anything, my mind completely went blank and I could only see dancing stars.I could feel my cheeks boil red as my face heated up. He lowered himself in front of me, using his hand to assault my jaws as he pulled my face upward to meet his fierce gaze."I warned you not to make friends," He began, "must you learn the hard way? Friends aren't special. I had to kill a so-called friend of mine because he stood in my way of success!"My eyes widened as his stat

Lucas's pov: 2 days later… Early morning, 7:45am. I stood in front of my window, hands on the blinds, watching the little orchard garden binded by iron bars in the backyard. It was Mia's suggestion since she normally felt lonely not being able to work for the gang or at the office. The soft rain drizzled on the little branches making them wet. They were just like me, lonely. Even their gardener couldn't attend to them anymore. I felt pity for myself and them. 'When did you start getting attached to petty feelings?' My dad's voice resounded inside my ear's again. In as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I might have to let go. "arghhhh!" I banged the window hard, feeling devastated. I should stay strong and cold-hearted. That's the only way I can survive the Mafia race. The door swung open. It was Ray, with that usual expression on his face. But I don't think it's about the noise just now, there was more, because he looked like he was going to cry if he hadn't been cryi

Kiara's pov:The next day, breakfast wasn't anything out of the ordinary as I was yet to receive the best news ever. I sat opposite Eric, observing patiently as the head cook served the dishes diligently.She wouldn't dare to make a tiny mistake as not only her job was at stake but her life included. Eric treats servants like trash, like a bunch of useless garbage destined to be discarded anytime.The round table clothed in brown linen was filled with different varieties of meal courses.I grabbed a fork, carefully cleaning it with a white napkin beside it. Slicing the warm omelet into half, I chewed with eyes closed allowing its tenderness to bless my buccal cavity.A cold silence engulfed the dining area, with only I and Eric present, each doing justice to the meals served. I chewed silently, avoiding eye contact with the stern man at the other side of the table. Meals with Eric were always boring. No unnecessary convos and strict table manners.My heart skipped as Eric suddenly cl

Lucas's pov:The only space separating the interviewees and I was just the rectangular table in between. I just sat, my eyes constantly peeking at the door from time to time amidst each interview. I had thought the interview was a perfect way to escape from loneliness and self pity but I was totally wrong. All day, I've just been occupied with boring people, repeating the exact same lines of how being an accountant was their dream job.Blasphemy. They all probably wanted the job due to its huge pay.I got pissed, took off my tie and placed it on the desk. I can't have this lairs work for me. The well ventilated space seemed to grow smaller with each passing hour, I just wanted to get out of here.I watched the scroll list of the interviewees after dismissing the bald man. I still had more than 6 people to go. Shit.I signaled Ms. Moorim to contact the next candidate. Once she left, I poured myself a cup of hot coffee.Before I could gulp down the creamy brown content and relax my ner

Kiara's pov:I was left alone inside the car with the driver who looked to be in his mid forties. Clasping my legs together, with my hand on my chin, I reasoned my decision. Have I made the right choice?Eric had warned strictly that I could only contact him through a telephone line while at the office as he couldn't let me use a smartphone yet. Something might go wrong and they would be able to trail us down within minutes.The car door pulled open, disrupting me from my engraving thoughts. With my head now hinging on the glass panel, I watched Lucas get in, wearing a new outfit altogether. He looked nice but I shouldn't be thinking that. Right now, he was my potential foe who didn't think twice before threatening to end my damn life. "I'm not ready to go yet." I explained, my voice audible but calm.I didn't get a chance to inform Eric of my current situation while I was inside the office because I was being followed out."When you buy a slave do you ask if they are ready to go w