Freda
"I won't repeat myself again, slave." He taunted me. There wasn't anything I wouldn't give to leave this hell hole. I stared at the pieces of the broken vase on the floor. I remembered Sophia's voice at the back of my head, telling me to do as he had said.
"Please, I would do anything you want, not this." My eyes were so used to crying that I didn't notice the tears until they rolled down my cheeks. I felt like the main character in one of the stupid fantasies that I was back then. My days are numbered here because I didn't plan on adhering to his outrageous demands. A few minutes ago, he was standing at the entrance of the door but now he strolled to his bed. Sitting down and folding his legs.
With the glint on his face, I preferred him to speak than to give me that glare that sparked fear inside of me.
"I think I know what would be good for you. I just have to drag Leon down here to teach you another lesson because the last one, apparently, wasn't enough for you." He smirked devilishly. "You can't defy me, Slave. I have the power to break you inside out."
His words sent shivers down my spine as I thought about what my life would be like if I wasn't in this mess in the first place. I got close to where the shards of the broken vase were. I paused for a while and tears rolled down even more. I had no control over my emotions at that point, I kneeled on the broken shards scattered on the floor. I tried to separate the shards so the injury that I might sustain won't be too severe.
"Don't do that. Kneel on it." I hesitated. "I said, Kneel!" He yelled. I trembled, falling to my knees.
"Ahhhh" I felt the shattered pieces piercing my skin. Something warm heated up my legs until I felt my legs slip through the tiles. I took a look at my knees and I saw blood rushing out.
The Alpha sniffled and inhaled with a smile on his face. He stood on his feet and walked up to me. With a smirk, he stared at my bruised leg and swiped the blood trailing down my skin with his two fingers, then he ran his tongue on them. A nauseous feeling filled my nose as bile formed in my throat. He ran those fingers on my cheeks, cleaning my tears. I flinched feeling his warm finger on my skin.
"Please, just let me go," I begged
"Strip." He whispered in my ear. I shake my head in disapproval. I was defying him yet again because I didn't know just how much of his torture I could take. He slapped me across the face, my body felt so numb that I couldn't retaliate or scream. I was weak, too weak to react.
"I have an idea. I would let Leon, take the day off. I would have to get my hands dirty at some point. And you know what slave, I can be pretty extreme."
Fear did its work inside of me. I could feel my wit break, piece by piece. If ever there was an end to any of this torture, I won't be able to remember my life before. I was just swimming in this darkness that seemed not to end. If I was going to die, then he should grant me the mercy of a quick death because, at every turn, death was bigger and better than this. It was more promising and enticing than ever before. I tried to think of things to say now that nothing would soothe his cruelty. I tried to understand where his cruelty came from. Why is everyone still with him or not reporting him to someone?
"I'm not stripping." I kept a straight face. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. He had this glint swirling in those silver eyes that made him even scarier.
"Feisty." He was getting tired of my excesses. He walked carefully to the side of his bed to get a whip. "Now, are you going to change your mind?"
"I'm not stripping for you." A whip shot across my back, and I flinched still knee-deep into the broken vase. He continued with the whip until I broke down.
Everything began to fade as I drifted into a black void.
The pain woke me up a few minutes ago but I was too tired to open my eyes. Now, my eyes were wide open and I saw Sophia tending to my wounds.
"It's a miracle that these wounds are not infected. It felt like it was treated."
"I passed out, so I wouldn't know." She sighed, looking down at me with pity. A drop of tears fell out of my eyes.
"I told you that you should do whatever he tells you to do." She started. "You are lucky to be alive, he is so cruel…" she watched her shoulder checking if anyone heard her. Then she whispered to me. "The Alpha is so cruel and everyone knows. He wouldn't mind killing you. If he had not sent for me, I can't imagine what would have happened."
Sophia was the closest thing I had to a friend. I was grateful that she saw me differently but there was no point anymore. "You should have left me there to die. I'm better off dead than enduring all this torture."
She soaked the napkin in the bowl of warm water and cleaned the wound on my knee. "Don't talk like that. I still believe you should do what you are told to do. Madam Kathy will let you rest, you don't have to do anything for the rest of the day until you have recovered."
I nodded. "Thank you."
"Would you like to eat anything?" I shook my head. "I don't have the strength for food."
I was already sitting up, my clothes were torn in half as she cleaned the blood on my back. The whip left a different kind of pain in my back. I gasped as she continued to heat up the wound.
The door swung open and one of the guards, dressed in black, walked in with a glare. Sophia wrapped me with a white towel to cover my half-naked body.
"The Alpha wants to see the slave." I refused to reply to him.
"Don't worry, I will bring her to him." The guard still stood there until Sophia glared at him. "You can see she's still naked, she would have to wear some clothes if she wants to leave the room."
The guard excused us so I got ready for another round of torture.
Alfred I have been staring at this paperwork for the longest time and for some reason, my mind has been wandering to Freda, the slave. Every part of me was fighting what I had left. The moral compass that hadn't stopped turning. All I could think of was how unlucky I was, to be gifted a human. Anytime I held her with all of my strength, I thought of how fragile she was. How easily I could break her. I could. Right? I am the Alpha and I could but every time I snapped, something else took over. Like some divine shield protecting me from my actions. Protecting her from me. The past clouded my thought, I tried to think of the problem. What have I done in the past that might have prompted this hatred from fate? From the moon? I thought of her skin and her faded smile that seemed to linger no matter how sad she could be. The rush of her blood, each time she bled. All of those little moments filled me as one of the guards walked in with that natural sharpness that he was trained with.
Freda There were a lot of things going through my mind as I stared at the knife on the table. A way out. I could put a tiny hole in my hands and bleed to death without him knowing or I could aggressively end his life. I have thought about it several times and it all ends the same way. I didn't think that I would see this as a window, thinking of my life before I met my doom here. I didn't think that I would have a reason to end things because I couldn't bear how this literal Alpha Male was treating me.It was more than what I could handle, so I shut myself out. I became blank, numb, and empty. I stared at his glowing eyes, he was enjoying my torture. The fact that I was slowly peeling my life away from the consciousness of my mind. He smirked as he spoke. "Why darling?""Why are you doing this to me? You can simply just kill me and save yourself the trouble. Since you don't want to let me go.""I told you, I'm not giving you an easy way out through death. If you want to kill yoursel
AlfredWhen I left the mansion, the image of her lingered in my mind for the longest time. Throughout the drive around the neighborhood, I thought of her slender skin on mine underneath the dress she was wearing. There was peace in staying in a dreamlike state, thinking about her all day but there was respect and fear when I cautioned her and made her tremble. I loved how fragile she was because it stroked the flames of my big ego. Then, I hated that she was fragile because of her being human. The thought of it made my skin crawl and her guts drove me crazy. I have watched Freda closely even before I took her under my wing. I knew her life before now, before me. I hated that humans were so oblivious to a lot of things and when they finally come across what they do not understand, they begin to fear the most. Fear steered a lot of things, violence, and misconception were other things. They discriminate on the inside and it made me sick. Those were the reasons why I would rather work
Alfred.I was more than pissed. I was frustrated because I had tried everything in the best possible way but I still could not find her. The last time she pulled this stunt, I caught her right away. I felt there was too much on my hands to begin with and now, I had to deal with some slave who couldn't stay still.I found it disrespectful that she disobeyed my orders. Does she not see that she belonged to me and no matter how hard I tried to place it, I couldn't have her with anyone else? I tried to picture her in the hands of someone else and I cringed most of the time. I was filled with rage as I thought of her wandering around. For a moment, I felt the fear creeping in but I sucked it up immediately. I masked it because it was the bond and I had no business with fear. Nothing is going to happen to her. I repeatedly told myself like a mantra that would take time to sink in. I allowed it to sink in until I believed it. Everyone was in complete jeopardy because it was what I planned.
FredaI knew I was in for a long night when I saw Alfred's eyes. It was dark and cold, fed from any pleasantries. I knew that I would be muddled up but I didn't think that it would be by him. I knew for a fact that I wandered far from the mansion where I was held captive. There was nothing more agonizing than knowing that you were going back to the same place where you were held captive. That sank you in your own fear, where torture was the new agenda. I felt like going back into the same house was like signing your own death contract. I looked at him with dread written over him. I had nothing but resignation, it was a lost cause and I knew better than to fight him on this. He was stronger than me on every level. I was still trying to figure out what kind of creature he was. Maybe I didn't want to accept the fact that he was not anywhere near human. That was the choice I was going with. Alfred's eyes went dark as I thought about what to say, that he might let me off the hook. Immedi
Freda"Freda." I heard a whisper from my sleep. It felt dreamy but I opened my eyes and saw Sophia standing there with a blanket. Her eyes were glossy, it was obvious that she was about to cry. I gazed at her and saw the sympathy that enveloped her face. She was the only thing closest to a friend that I had. Nothing more. She hurried to my side and hugged me."Ouch!" I gasped as she touched one of my wounds. The pain increased and I couldn't sleep well throughout the night. The night was pretty cold and the cold floor wasn't helping either. I kept wondering and it took me a while to adjust because I kept thinking of Alfred sneaking up on me and giving me another round of punishment. It was one thing to be punished for nothing and it was another thing to be punished when you actually did something wrong. "I'm sorry. We need to check those wounds, so they don't get infected. It would be hard to treat them." She helped me to my feet and wrapped me in a warm blanket. She saw the plate o
Alfred.Everything was not in the way I wanted it to be. To top it all, Kale was making his way to me, to the pack. It was as if, the last few months just didn't exist in his eyes. Kale being my beta, decided to go on a long holiday. He disappeared without actually saying why and now he decided to show up. I was so pissed thinking about it that I buried myself in paperwork till he arrived. Knowing Kale, he is probably close to the house before he lets anyone know that he was coming back home. Kale had always been the one keeping me in check, making sure we still have a pack and maybe my strictness didn't send anyone to their early grave. Unless they deserved it though. It was the loss of his parents that prompted his leave and I respected that. Then, I was totally not aware that he was going to take that long. Kale was more logical than most, the only problem was that he was all over my business. Most times, I'm naive as to where he always gets his information from. Leon walked in
FredaThe voices were becoming louder. I just couldn't close my eyes anymore because the pleas coming from the other room weren't something I wanted to hear any longer. I tried to stand up but the pain shot across my hips and it was unbearable as I tried even more. With little steps, I got to the door. I turned the knob and turned to the door where Alfred stood, dragging Madam Katie into that empty room. "What's going on?" I tried to ask. My voice was not coarse because I had a sore throat. The pain wasn't something I could swallow down, confusion was raining on me. There wasn't anything I could do because I didn't know what was going on. Alfred said what he wanted to say and stormed off with the other guy that kept staring at me in a strange way.The punishment was still on and he decided to take it out on Madam Katie. This is so absurd. I didn't know what to do that might help, I had a feeling that I might make things worse. I went close to the door and knocked. She was quiet beca