I was awakened by the clattering and shaking of the transport cart. The chains that bound my wrists were cutting circulation and making marks on my tanned skin. They placed chains around my neck and feet, which weighed down my light weighted body. They kept these chains on us per orders of the King and Queen as safety precautions.
The transport cart was filled with other black and grey-furred beauties much like me. What terrifies me more is I could find Kamala. I saw other faces staring around at each other with fear. Despite knowing the names of the nobles, we were going to, I don’t think any of us really knew where we were going. Nobody knew exactly what was in store for us.
I was only at the slave farm for a couple of years, but a lot of them have been there for most of their lives. I was there long enough to know that I don’t want the next generation to suffer as we have. Nobody deserved this, regardless of their fur color.
My chains were tugged, yanking me out of the cart, along with the others. It was difficult to maintain my stance; my bare feet digging into the hard dirt beneath me. Sharp rocks cut into the palms of my toes. I winced in pain as I tried to stretch my back. I’ve been cramped in such a small space for hours.
They had tents set up to which I, and the others, were forced inside the biggest tent in the center. The other tents appeared to be sleeping tents, whereas this tent was the medical examination tent. There was a bunch of medical equipment set up and medical beds stained with blood. The inside of the tent smelled of rotting flesh and death, making me feel queasy.
One of the guards pulled me towards a woman’s station. Sitting on the examination bed, I couldn’t help but stare at the woman in awe.
The woman grabbed onto my arm, her fingernails practically digging into my flesh. I winced as the woman shoved a needle into my vein. She was drawing out blood; and a lot of it from the looks of it. I watched as the needle began draining me. The wooziness came quickly; much quicker than I had expected.
“This will keep basic infections out of your body,” the woman explained. “Keep you semi-healthy.”
Soon, I was being pulled out of the tent and back towards the transport cart.
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After what felt like another hour, the cart comes to another stop. I winced at the sounds of the doors unlatching and swinging open. The same guards as before stood there and stared amongst us. Eventually, their eyes landed on me. Their top lip curled up in disgust as they examined my features and looked around my body.
I felt my body grow tense as they forced me outside and onto my feet.
The air felt a bit colder than it had at the medical station. As I got out of the cart, my feet were met with the cold pavement. I noticed a silver archway, equipped with a large gate and guards on both sides.
As we approached the gates, one of the guards unlatched the lock and pushed it open for us to enter. I fumbled awkwardly as my chains were still being tugged and I was being forced to walk. A large cobblestone walkway lead from the gates and spiraled up to the leafy green grass surrounding the Roessler Estate.
The manor was bigger than any building that I had ever seen. It was made up of beautiful pillars of white and gold. It had an endless number of windows and doors and seemed to wrap around a huge courtyard. It probably costs more to maintain the estate in a day than many families could earn in a lifetime.
We didn’t get far behind the gates before being stopped by two of the most extravagant-looking men. They looked young and they were obviously twins; one of them must have been Marlon Roessler. I couldn’t figure out which one though. During my time in the commoner’s village and reading a little about Marlon Roessler, it never said anything about him having a brother. Let alone a twin brother.
They looked almost identical, one of them kept his hair a bit longer and wilder and the other kept his shorter and neatly trimmed in a professional manner. Both had hair that was so light that it was practically silvery-white. They were strongly built men with faces that were so beautiful that not even the best painters could describe their beauty.
“Where is she going to live?” The one with the longer hair asked, staring at me with an almost hungry gaze in his eyes.
“The holding shack in the gardens for now. At least until father returns and says otherwise,” the other told his twin brother. His eyes showed more curiosity than anything.
Until their father returns? So that meant neither of them was Marlon Roessler.
“When does father return?” The longer-haired one asked.
“Very late.”
They were talking about me as if I wasn’t there. I felt pain coursing through my body once again, from my chest. I had to stifle to keep from tumbling over in agony; they would have me killed right away if they knew I was sick. I bit the bottom of my lip until I could taste the blood oozing onto my tongue. My fingers trembled within the chains that bound them together.
I took an unsteady step backward, only to be stopped by the guard that stood behind me. The gentlemen continued to assess me, curiously. They were looking at me like I was some kind of plaything. Sent to them for their own enjoyment.
Sweat began piling on my forehead again and I don’t think it was because of a fever this time. I wished more than anything that Kamala could be here with me.
One of the guards stepped forward, toward the boys and handed them a small manila folder.
“Medical records and background,” the guard told them.
They took the manila folder without even glancing at the inside; the one with the long hair was grinning at me and there was something in his eyes that I didn’t recognize.
I felt uneasy but I knew better than to speak, knowing it would cause me to be put to death. The guard turned to me as he handed the chains over to the men.
“Bob Roessler,” he pointed to the man with the long hair. “Alex Roessler,” he pointed to his twin brother. “You will go with them and do as they say. You belong to them now.”
“So, are we going to have some fun?” Bob asked, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. I swallowed hard, not knowing what he was meaning by the word “fun”.
“If you dare touch a black wolf slave, father will strangle you with his bare hands,” Alex warned, his voice filled with dismay.
Bob rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, there is some strange noise.
“It’s dad,” Alex said, urgently. “He’s home.”
Bob released me and I fell to the ground, defeated. I tried to gather my thoughts as the men ran around frantically.
They were terrified.
“I thought he wasn’t supposed to be home till late,” Bob said, scrambling to fix his appearance.
I looked over at the rags that were torn from my body, knowing they were too ruined to put back on.
“Well, he’s home now,” Alex hissed. “You bastard! You tore her clothing. How are we supposed to cover her?” He asked in a panic.
Looking around, Bob was trying to find a place for me to hide. I could see how frightened both boys were. They were struggling to figure out what to do and by the sounds of the quickly approaching carriage, their time was running out.
As they scrambled around frantically, I managed to pull myself back onto my feet. Staring at the unguarded doorway, I knew it was now or never. I had to take the opportunity to run. I was weak and I knew I couldn’t run fast, I wasn’t even sure where I was running to, but I had to get away from these monsters.
I ran through the stable stall and made my way through the entrance. However, I didn’t get far before I ran into a hard object, knocking me off my feet, and landed with a thud on the ground. The impact caused me to become dizzy. But I could hear the sharp inhale of the twins behind me, which told me that whatever it was I ran into, it wasn’t good.
I blinked a few times to adjust my vision; I realized we were no longer alone.
In front of me stood a man with long and light hair of white and silver, close to his waist, meticulously teased behind his ears. Like Alex and Bob, he was strongly built and had a face so beautiful that it nearly took my breath away. He was dressed in extravagant, clean, and white clothing with gold armored around him.
Marlon Roessler.
“What is your name, dirtball?” Marlon asked her.Marlon could feel his wolf tugging at him. A feeling in his chest he couldn’t shake. The little slave on the ground looked incredibly thin and naked. She had run straight into Marlon’s chest, and he typically would have found her to be appalling. She had a strange scent, and her hair was black and mangled.His eyes found hers and for a moment he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Her eyes were green with a tint of golden-brown and shaped like a chestnut. He could feel his wolf-self pulling him towards her, though he maintained his stance. She seemed to be nothing but a mere child; no older than 17 and yet she was affecting his wolf in only a way a mate would.“Deonna…” she spoke in a raspy tone, and it almost looked as if it pained her to speak.“I am the master of the Roessler estate,” Marlon introduced. “You will address me as such. Stand to your feet,” he ordered.With hesitation, she managed to pull herself off the ground and to he
Bob and Alex brought me to the slave shack in the gardens just as Marlon had ordered them. I heard the latching of the door as they locked me inside and went to meet with their father. I was relieved that I was alone; Alex found me some rags to throw on from a previous slave.I didn’t dare ask what happened to that slave.When Marlon told his sons to take me to the gardens, I was expecting it to be a lot prettier than it was. The garden itself was gorgeous; it was probably as big as the courtyard. I remembered reading a long time ago that the garden was one of Ashley Roessler’s prized possessions before she passed away three years ago.It was filled with different varieties of flowers and plants. There was a cobblestone walkway that went through the gardens to make access that much easier. In one section were freshly grown fruits and vegetables. The sight of them made my stomach growl, considering I haven’t been fed yet. However, they were being tended by one of the gardeners and I kne
I sat awake with my stomach growling for what felt like hours. I wasn’t sure how long I was sitting in the grocery room, but I was disappointed that Bob hadn’t returned with anything to eat. He had told me that he would soon find me something and return to me within the hour. However, I was thinking he had forgotten about me.Maybe he got caught up with something else.It’s been a long time since I felt my wolf; I used to feel her presence all the time before I was taken to the slave farm. Once they chained me and kept me, prisoner, she had gone completely silent. Today was the first time in a couple of years that I heard loud and clear.She was reaching out to Marlon Roessler in a way that I had never felt before. It was unfamiliar and unsettling. I had to keep pushing the feeling down into my stomach because I would be damned that she would feel any type of way for a man that approves of slavery. He was one of the most racist wolves amongst the kingdoms; it wouldn’t be right of me to
It was an out-of-body experience; or so, that’s how it felt. I wasn’t expecting to have a second run-in with Marlon Roessler, and I certainly wasn’t expecting him to be embracing me as he was.Yet still, I didn’t mind it. Because I too wanted to embrace him. I no longer felt like myself and I no longer felt as though I was in control of my body. Something was taking over, and I could no longer help myself.His strong arms were wrapped around me, and I could smell the strong musk coming from his body. My eyes found his, the light blue droplets of colors that poured into my soul, leaving me breathless and hypnotized by his magnetic pull.I had noticed how incredibly beautiful he was when I first initially met him; his face was unforgettable, despite how terrified I was. But having him standing there with me, as I’m entangled in his arms, he was a whole new level of beauty, and for whatever reason, I no longer felt fear towards him. Only lust. A lust that I couldn’t explain.I read a lot
“Fuck…” Marlon snarled as he leaned over his bed and saw a sleeping Deonna on the ground beside him.The memories of last night were fuzzy in his mind and the only thing he could think of was that he was drugged. But if he was drugged, how the hell did this dirtball get drugged too? Her black hair fell messily around her tanned features; she had slight drool on the side of her chin. He found himself smiling at her sleeping body, mesmerized at the sight of the purple haze outlining her features.The rags she wore were practically torn off her thin malnourished body. He felt his wolf self reaching out to her and wanting to keep her safe; wanting to wrap her up in his arms and keep her safe. He had to shake that feeling away quickly. There was no way this little slave was his mate. She wasn’t even a full adult yet, not to mention she was a black-furred wolf. His inner wolf had to be making a mistake and the very thought of it was beginning to piss him off.Nudging her with his foot, she
As soon I reached outside, I was hit with the cool sensation of the autumn air. It soothed my burning throat almost instantly, though I was still parched for water.I could hear the clicking of the sprinkler system not far from where I stood. As I got closer, the mist began to speculate my features. The already cold air got much colder. Soothing away the pain Marlon had caused.I rinsed my fingers through the cold water, relieved that nobody was around to spot me. There wasn’t a sound for miles; only the soft sounds of the trees moving through the wind and the far-off distant birds flying through the late morning sky.I didn’t remember the last time I rinsed with fresh water; back on the slave farm, the water we used to bathe was always used and dirty. By the time I was able to bathe, I would be lucky if it was a light brown vs. a da
As I came to, I realized I was back in the slave shack. I was in a hay bed with a thin blanket laying on top of me. I was still wearing my rags, but it appeared that someone hosed me down to get rid of the dirt and blood that covered my body.My dark hair was also damp, but the top of my head stung at any movement. Once I attempted to move my body, I realized everything stung. As I lay in bed, I could hardly move.I could feel my body temperature rising; sweat was piling on my forehead and dripping down my features. I found it difficult to keep myself awake.I began drifting off again; I was sure this was what death felt like.“Hey… wake up.”I felt a set of strong hands on my shoulders shaking me gently. Fear began to course through me again, thinking t
Marlon stood at the window in the manor’s study, overlooking the gardens in which Deonna was assigned to work in. He had the maids collect her belongings and move her into the maid’s courters where she would be living. From there she was expected to maintain the rose garden.He should have had her killed by now. But somehow, something was stopping him.He watched as the head maid, Beatrice, forced her to cover her dark hair with a white towel. Marlon noticed that Deonna was outspoken despite the obvious fear that lingers deep within her. Some of the maids found her funny, others found her disgusting. But it was clear that Beatrice despised her and was only tolerating her to oblige Marlon’s orders.Memories of yesterday morning played in Marlon’s mind. For whatever reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Ev