The Prologue

Prologue

Andra winched painfully as she slowly peeled her eyes open. She was laying down on the cold cement floor with her hands and legs chained up. 

She tried to articulate her thoughts and remember how she got into her situation in the first place when the big iron door was pushed open and a man as large as life walked in.

She has never seen someone that big before.

He was wearing a black pants and a black hoodie which covered almost half of his face.

"You're awake, I thought I'll have to hit you with another wolfsbane." He grumbled. Andra was put in a trance by his voice. His voice was so deep and strong, she has never heard a man sound like that before.

She was so focused on his voice when the realization of what he said and the position she was in hit her.

"Wh….. what?" She stuttered.

"Bring me the water pitcher, it seems like this bitch isn't fully awake yet." He ordered in a disrespectful, malicious tone to his slaves.

Before Andra could think of anything, her face was splashed with water, she coughed violently as the water hit her nose and mouth forcefully.

She made to stand up but a force grip on her jaw sat her back on the floor. A loud growl resonated through the dungeon and Andra shivered.

That was the most powerful growl she ever heard. It forced submission through her body and she laid limp on the floor.

"That's it, bitch. Respect your King." He stated and grabbed her jaw again. Andra shook away his hold on her and glared weakly at him. Her body was weak, including her system, she must have been injected with wolfsbane, she wasn't thinking clearly.

"Who are you, why am I here?" She questioned.

A sharp sting on her cheek made her eyes droopy for some minutes and her teeth connecting with her jaw.

"You don't reject my touch, you stinking daughter of a cunt! You are nothing but a slave, you are not worthy of being a slave." He spattered and spit on her before taking a step back. 

"I am not a slave, I am not……" She couldn't complete her sentence and a heavy blow landed on both cheek. 

One by one her brain started to reset. Things started getting clearer to her.

Wolfsbane. Struggles. Big Lycans. Pain. Dungeon. 

Damn, she had been kidnapped.

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She pulled on the shackles around her hand forcefully as they burned and bruised her pale skin. "What do you want?" She growled.

Pain was like a normal dose of medicine for her at the moment, she wasn't feeling the pains nor did she flinch.

"What I want is simple, Monet girl, I want you to suffer." He grumbled sardonically and groaned. "I can't wait to start with you."

"Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck am I here? What is all this!" She yelled frantically.

"Bow to your king and your owner, slave. To you it is, Master."