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 knew it would be nearly impossible to grab anything.
I was placed in a holding cell, in a shack within the gardens. The chamber kind of reminded me of the stables, except instead of horses, there was emptiness. The cells were concrete with a small hay bed, equipped with a small pillow and a thin blanket. It looked more comfortable than the wooden beds we had to sleep on in my bunker.
As they left me with only my thoughts, I thought about my encounter with Marlon. It was so strange. My wolf voice has been quiet and weak since my time on the slave farm; yet at that moment of meeting Marlon, it was almost like she was singing. I could feel her wolf body’s movement within my own and she was tugging me closer to him.
It made no sense though. He was a nobleman and would have nothing to do with a slave of my statue. For sure life with him would be a life of abuse and neglect. I survived on the farm after being ridiculed, beaten, and tortured, I wouldn’t allow myself to fall into a trap like this.
I’m not sure how much time had passed while being locked in the slave shack, but I wasn’t expecting Bob to return without Alex.
I struggled to scramble to my feet, more pain coursing through my body as I managed to keep my stance. Bob stood before me, eyeing me carefully for a long while. His face was difficult to read, which in my experience wasn’t a good thing. It meant he was planning something, and I would have no choice but to go along with it.
Even if it meant certain death for me.
“So, you know Latin?” He surprised me by asking. “What else do you know?”
I assessed his face carefully, trying to figure out what it was he was thinking.
“I’m not sure…” I stammered nervously, trying to maintain eye contact with him.
I felt weak and I thought I might pass out at any moment; I had to use the wall to keep balance.
“Slaves aren’t meant to know anything,” Bob said, his lip curling in disgust as he stared around my sweating features. “Why do you know things?”
I took in a shaky breath before speaking.
“I studied a lot when I lived with the commoners…” I answered. “Before I was taken…” my voice trailed off as my eyes fell to the ground.
He stared at me for a long while before responding.
“You might just be useful to me after all, slave,” he said as he unlocked my cell.
“What is it that you want?” I asked in a whisper.
“My father is on me about failing my languages. Says I can’t make a proper heir if I can’t pass a simple test. So, I need your help to pass this test,” he said, stepping closer to me.
I tilted my head at him; trying to figure out if I heard him correctly.
HE was asking ME for help?
A slave?
A dirtball?
“Why would I help you?” I heard herself asking, my voice a bit louder this time.
Before another word was exchanged his grip was holding onto my neck, cutting off my air supply. He shoved his body against mine and pushed me against the cold and hard concrete walls. Wincing in pain as my frail body practically snapped in half.
I could feel his erection poking through his pants and shoving into my leg.
“Because if you don’t, I will keep having my way with you as I please. I will fuck you until there is nothing left,” he hissed in a low tone in my ear.
I gave him a shaky nod as he released me, allowing me to take in a mouthful of air. He watched as I knelt over and coughed. I rubbed my throat and grimaced at the pain he had caused. My body was shaking as tears ran down my face; I tried so hard to keep them tame, but I was failing miserably.
“Do we have a deal?” He asked as if he didn’t already know that answer.
“Yes,” I said, hoarsely.
“Good. Come with me,” he ordered as he grabbed onto my chains and pulled me along with him.
Walking through the gardens, we made our way to the back entrance of the manor. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I knew if Marlon Roessler finds me in his home, I wouldn’t live long enough to help Bob anyways.
The entrance led into a dark hallway, lit by only candlelight and decorated by a maroon carpet with a golden symbol stitched throughout. A symbol I recognized on the clothing of Roessler men including Marlon. The walls were filled with portraits of former Masters and Mistresses of the Roessler family. Including the beautiful Ashley Roessler with her golden hair and fair yet bright features.
We rounded the perimeter of the hallway and entered a more open room. I was instantly hit with the sweet smell of freshly baked bread and something that smelled like a pig roast. It was a mouth-watering scent that nearly made my stomach cave in from hunger.
We must have been near the kitchen.
Pushing open a door at the far end of the room, was a smaller room. It was a plain room with no windows; there wasn’t much for decorations. The floors were made of rustic hardwood and the walls were painted a beige color. There was a small bed on one side of the room with a nightstand that held a candlewick lamp. There were a couple of wooden dressers and a vanity.
I couldn’t help but wonder who the room belonged to. It obviously wasn’t a room that was currently being used, or Bob wouldn’t have taken me here. I remembered Bob muttering something about a grocery room on our walk here. This confused me because there wasn’t any groceries insight. Then again, maybe it was called a grocery room because it was the room closest to the kitchen.
The smell of the food through the vents indicated that my theory was close in theory.
“You’re going to sleep in here for tonight. You won’t make a sound. If they knew you were here, they’d have both of our heads,” Bob told me.
“They won’t find me here?” I asked, hesitantly.
“They don’t typically come into this room,” he answered. “My tutor will be here tomorrow for my lessons. We will go over the details in the morning, but you are going to help me cheat through it until my final exam.” I nodded slowly in agreement. “Get some rest; I need your brain to be sharp for tomorrow.”
Bob turned away from me and began walking out the doorway.
“Wait…” I said before he could disappear. He couldn’t see his face because his back was turned toward me, but I knew he had rolled his eyes by the way his head was thrown back in aggravation. “I haven’t eaten since the farm…”
He groaned.
“So?” He asked, annoyance in his tone.
I felt my cheeks flushing as my stomach growled; I held my stomach to keep it quiet.
“I won’t be much help to you if I don’t eat something soon,” I told him.
He turned back to me, assessing me quickly.
“I’ll find you something,” he finally said after a long pause.
I sighed out in relief; I didn’t even care what it was that he fed me. As long as it was something.
“Oh, and slave?” he said, as I made my way to the bed. “Don’t try anything stupid while I’m gone.” His warning lay thick in the air as he left me to sit here with my thoughts.
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
The next few weeks have been unexpected. I found a strange comfort from Bob sneaking me into the manor at night; despite his closet being cramped and it was difficult to sleep, I was excited for his lessons each morning. It was the only time that I was able to learn and expand my knowledge.It felt almost empowering.His tutor was supposed to be one of the best in the countries, so he was learning from an actual expert. It didn’t’ surprise me considering how rich the Roessler family was. Of course, they would only hire the best tutor. Which made no sense to me because of how badly Bob was failing.Bob’s tutor was a young Latin woman with blonde shimmering hair that went down her backside and piercing blue eyes. The makeup she wore around her already high cheekbones, made her features appear narrower. She wore a red blouse and tight black pants that hugged her thin figure.I had to admit that she was beautiful. However, she looked so intimidating. They sat together at Bob’s desk on the
At that point, it was her words I was speaking, not my own. I felt exhausted and frustrated. I also felt nauseous. I noticed I’ve been getting nauseous spells lately whenever I get worked up; I’ve been trying my best to swallow it down. Which works for a little while, until the feeling comes back.“You’re insane,” Alex nearly laughed. “My father would never fuck a dirtball. Your kind disgusts him. No one in the Roessler family would be caught dead messing with the likes of you. Except for Bob.”“I’m not lying,” I told him. Holding onto my stomach to keep myself from throwing up. “I don’t know what happened and I can’t explain it. But I think we were both drugged.”“Drugged?” He asked, his eyes widening. “How?”“The first night Bob snuck me into the manor, he stuck me in the grocery room. After he left, I snuck into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There was premade food on the counter along with a glass of freshly produced milk. After I ate and drank, I began to feel funny. Almost l