Chapter 2 – What Is Your Name?

Chapter 2 – What Is Your Name?

The word ‘sold’ resonated in my ears. I wanted and had accepted my death already as I feared to be used and be a servant throughout my life. But why, goddess? What cruel fate had you made for me? Why do you not save me from hell, or redeem my soul already? Do I not belong to be one with the soil and enter the paradise you had made to everyone? Have you decided to put me forever in this world of hell?

Losing my energy, I slumped myself back on the floor as the announcer proceeded to giving information about the next item as I in my cage was being moved to the backstage.

How absurd. How could these people treat their fellows like a thing with a price that can be sold anytime and anywhere they want, like they own us.

Right, I never owned my life. I was and have always been an object owned by other people, even my own father sold me like a piece of useless jar.

“We thought you are one of those we are going to skin on the full moon, yet you are now sold.” A man chuckled behind me. With his words, he is probably one of those assigned butchers who are going to skin us after putting us to death, like a pig, like a deer and a bear, a complete animal.

I ignored the man and let myself be envelope with darkness again as they put back the red fabric over the cage to cover me. I lay my back on the floor and let myself to sleep, praying not to wake up anymore.

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I was woken up with a sudden shake due to a bump on the road. I opened my eyes and found myself free from the cage already, but I the place was dark and with the exhaust I am smelling, I figured that I am in a car’s trunk and the car was moving.

I knocked on the walls of the car and tried to kick the door of the trunk open but it was no avail. I gave up. What is the point of fighting the destiny the goddess had put me into?

The car moved slowly into a halt. I waited to be dragged out of this place and in several minutes, the trunk opened and I was welcomed with a fresh grassy air of the forest. The forest, I have always loved the forest, which I was deprived of when I was kept by the traders.

A man dressed in an expensive suit noticed that I am already awake and so he gestured me to come out and which I did.

I stood on the grassy ground with my bare feet, while in front of me was a huge mixture of modern and wood theme house. The moon was shining so bright but the light of the house stood out like a candle flame in the dark.

“This is the Kingston Pack House. The Alpha bought you if you remember.” The man uttered, not looking at me.

Another black car arrived and the door was opened at the back seat and a man looking so regal and mighty, came out, exuding his dominance in the air. His presence was very intimidating that I had to automatically look away and look down on my feet.

“He is here.”

Mixed with the grassy smell of the ground was a citrus lemon scent that was engulfing my nose. I wanted to take the scent in wherever it was coming from, but I held back myself for I am not sure if I am even allowed to breathe.

“Follow us.” The man beside me said and I did as I was told, walking slowly behind him as my eyes looked at the side and at the forest surrounding the pack house. Should I run? Can I escape them?

I stopped on my track and glanced at the man in front of me who was following the other man which I figured that it was the Alpha of the pack.

“Do not even try to escape or you will face worse.” He uttered not minding to look back as he continued his pace behind the Alpha who was ascending the stairs.

We walked up until the man stopped in front of a white door and the Alpha was nowhere in sight anymore.

“Stay inside until you receive orders from the Alpha.” The man said and I obediently nodded before he left me staring at the door. I stood there motionless until there were no more footsteps heard in the grand and quiet house.

I looked to the side and roamed my eyes around and I have seen no one. Perhaps the occupants of the several bedrooms in this floor are already asleep since it is already late at night.

I turned around and quietly stepped away from the door, making my way to the stairs to descend and escape. This is now my chance that no one is here.

But I have not even made five steps away yet when I heard a deep and threatening voice behind me that made my spine shiver in fear.

“Run and your dead.”

I stopped on my track, swallowing a lump on my throat as an image of me when I was a little girl getting beaten up by my mother and sisters, and brother flashed in my head. I cowered in fear.

But… dead?

I would rather be dead than to continue living my life in misery.

But in this world, I know that they will not let me pass away in peace. I might get tortured to hell first until my body gives up, which I had always wished every time I get beaten. I hated it when my body acts so strong to endure receiving all the blows they had given me. I should have died.

I turned around meekly to go back to the door the other man had given, keeping my head to the ground not wanting to meet the eyes of the Alpha.

“I-I am sorry, Alpha.” I uttered with a quiet voice before I held the door knob and stepped in the dark room. I am no more new to this darkness, I have been living in it throughout my life. When I was a kid, I was scared... to be in the dark, cold, and alone.

But I learned to live with it. It had become a comfort to me, to hide me from people who will hurt me, to hide the tears from my eyes every time I am in pain, to hide my bruises, to conceal my cries of help. Before, I had always wished for the light, which I never got, until I got used to the darkness and deemed that it was not that bad after all. And now, I prefer staying in it than to be in the light where everyone can see me, can hurt me when they find me, can show me clearly how much of a shame I am.

I closed the door behind me when I heard no more words from the Alpha. Adjusting my vision in the dark room, refusing to turn the lights on, I saw a figure of a huge bed, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a lamp on the bedside table, a wardrobe, and another door which I think would lead to a bathroom. I am not new to this kind of room since this is somehow similar to the rooms I had cleaned for 16 years in the pack house of my father’s pack, this is just bigger I think, and this pack house is grander than my father’s. This pack must be rich and big.

I did not bother laying myself on the bed and just lie down on the carpeted floor at the footboard of the bed instead. I am not used to feeling the soft mattress on my back. I am not used to staying in a wide space like this. And besides, I am not here to live like a princess, but a servant, to serve whatever the Alpha would ask me to do. And I fear that that soft bed might have a gruesome role in it. I do not want to. I do not want to be used for their pleasure. Save me, moon goddess.

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I woke up in the middle of the night with a weird feeling that someone was looking at me. I do not know how it works but it is just that the subconscious of a person detects that someone is following you, watching you, or staring at you, it would immediately alert you about it.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly to adjust my vision in the dark room, I sat up and roamed my eyes in the room until they landed on the lighted lamp on the bedside table, I searched the room whoever had turned it on and my eyes landed on the couch with a figure of a man seated on it.

I gasped in surprise and fear as I pushed myself back to lean on the footboard of the bed, hugging my knees to my chest.

The figure stood up and took a few steps to near me. Then the light of the lamp revealed his face and it was the Alpha. I looked at him in fear as to what he is doing here at this hour.

The sole light in this room reflected in his hazel brown eyes, like a dancing flame in his emotionless orbs, hooded with long eyelashes, featured by sharp chiseled jaw and pointed nose.

He frowned at me as I lowered my head in fear while he crouched down to level me.

I buried my chin on my knees and tried to guard myself as much as possible.

He lifted his hand and I closed my eyes tightly fearing at what he would do, preparing myself to receive a slap like what I had always gotten for the past years. Every time a hand was lifted, it would always struck my face, until they are satisfied at my misery.

But when his forefinger landed on my forehead and gently pushed my head back to look up at him. I opened my eyes as my head was lifted.

“What is your name?”