Chapter 5: Feisty

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.