Escape

I immediately went down on my knees.

“Good evening, Alpha Roman,” I greeted as thousands of questions ran through my mind.

Why was he here? What does he want? Wasn't he supposed to be at the temple, praying?

“Get up,” he commanded roughly, and I jerked to my feet, head bowed, awaiting further response.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,”

Tears sprang to my eyes immediately, but I knew I couldn't argue. With trembling hands, I took off my dress and lay on the bed, quivering.

I could barely suppress a sob as I watched him undo his belt through my wet lashes.

The bed grew heavy as he got on.

“On your knees, face on the pillows,”

Barely feeling anything, I turned around and knelt on the bed, burying my face on the pillow, my ass high in the air and towards him.

I felt a trickle of wetness from my bottom to my vagina and then a finger massaging me.

He was lubricating me.

My entire world shattered as I realised this had turned real, realer than I had thought.

But he wasn't supposed to be here, I wept, my tears wet against the pillow.

He wasn't supposed to be —

I let out a loud yell as I felt a brutal, painful shove inside of me.

I jerked underneath him and was met with a brutal slap on my behind.

“Stay still.”

****

He left immediately after, leaving me in a pool of my blood.

My entire body was sore, and my tears had long ceased flowing. I had exhausted them.

I just lay there rigidly, unable to move as I tried to shove what had just happened to the back of my mind.

But it refused to be shoved back. They kept popping out like a jack-in-the-box.

The tears came suddenly again, but I blinked them back.

This wasn't the time for tears. Tears wouldn't do a thing for me, wouldn't solve a thing.

If I didn't take action, this was how I would live my entire life — and it was only just beginning.

There was no way I was staying here. I couldn't.

I tried to lift myself off the bed but fell back down with a muffled sob. Everywhere ached.

The door opened quietly, and the maid from earlier entered again. She didn't say a word. She just made her way to me and slipped her arms around me, gently pulling me off the bed and propelling me towards the bathroom.

With her help, I hobbled into the bath, shedding tears as the hot water soothed away my pain temporarily.

This couldn't be my life. It can't be my life.

Something had to be done.

****

I slipped out of the room quietly, my shoes in my hands as I made my way down the stairs, ignoring the pain between my thighs.

The house was eerily silent, and I could almost hear my thoughts.

Earlier that day, I had looked around the environment of the mansion and found that there was a small gap I could squeeze through in the eastern part of the fence that was barely guarded.

Heads down, I walked quickly and as naturally as I could, barely breathing.

I slipped past the snoring guards by the door and made my way straight to the fence.

Goddess, please, goddess, please, I chanted in my thoughts. Please let this work out. I just want to go home. I just want to see my mom. I just wanted my former life back.

Not even daring to breathe, I reached the fence and squeezed myself through the gap.

I wasn't free yet. But as I took a step away from the fence, a voice rose from the bushes,

“Halt.”

I stood still, tears welling in my eyes, head bowed. I had missed my opportunity. But worse still, it means I had been caught.

From the corner of my eye, I watched as the person made their way towards me.

It was a guard.

“State your business. Where are you going at such an hour of the night?”

I kept mute.

At my silence, he drew his sword and pointed straight at my neck. “I asked you a question. Who are you and where are you going?”

At that, I raised my head and moved so that the tip of the sword could rest well against my skin. Tears gathering in my eyes, I said to him, “Kill me,”

When he saw my face, his eyes widened, and he dropped his sword and took a step back.

“The new breeder,” he noted, then said, “You're running,”

“Great detective work,” I said angrily, ignoring the fact that he had my life in his hands. But I was angry, at myself and him. This was an opportunity that would never come again.

I waited for his response.

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” I shot back angrily at him.

“We have girls who would actually die to be in your position.”

“Too bad he didn't pick one of those girls.”

“You want to run? When you've barely just gotten here?”

“And I've had enough, thank you. So why don't you kill me and get it over with?”

He ignored my words and continued, “You do know that if you run, you'll be tracked down and then killed. Not just you, but your family as well.”

“And that is why you should do the job now. I can't — I can't—” I stopped when my voice began to crack.

Breaking down in front of him wasn't going to fix anything.

“Go,”

I jerked back to reality at his voice.

“Go back into the mansion. I can't let you run. Sorry. That'll be my neck on the line as well. If you go back now, we'll pretend this never happened and no one else will know.”

For a split second, I debated running, but I knew it would be a futile effort. I couldn't outrun someone who had been trained for battles.

Without another word, I turned and went back inside.

I roamed the mansion until I found the kitchen. There, I took a knife.

If I couldn't leave the mansion, then I would leave this world.