3. LITTLE SLAVE

Aria's POV 

I slept on the fluffy bed with dread churning in my stomach. My eyes are wide open despite being on the soft bed and tired. I don't trust anyone in this house, especially the devil Alpha. I am wide awake, my eyes are glued to the door to see if someone breaks into the room. 

I don't have any weapon to attack, but at least I can run before he grabs me. I don't know how much time has passed since I was in this room, maybe an hour? Two hours? Three hours? There is no clock in this bland room.

It's driving me mad. My wolf was pacing and growling inside my head giving me a headache.

The door knob turned and I jumped in the bed, posing in a fighting stance. A Dark Shadow entered the room and stood in the doorway and I know it's Damien as his scent assaulted my nose. 

My eyes squinted to see him as we have enhanced vision and he has an amused smirk playing on his lips. 

“ No need to be so defensive, Slave, it's just me.” He growled, walking more into the room. Stalking like a predator. 

“ I am not a slave, I have a name, Alpha.” I gritted out, not getting off of the bed. He stood in front of me and in a second I was in his arms, being hauled outside, his hard and warm body glued to mine.

“ Put me down, Alpha Damien. You can't touch me.” I pounded on his chest but he didn't acknowledge me and started walking somewhere. The maid gave me skimpy shorts and a camisole and half of my butt was on display.

“ I'll spank you if you don't shut your fucking mouth.” His large palm squeezed my butt painfully making me whimper. I don't want to show him that I am in pain but he knows how to hurt people.

He opened the door which looks like his office with a desk and couch and it's as dark as his soul too. He dumped me on the floor like I was a sack of potatoes and he sat on a chair which looked like a throne.

“ Kneel.” He commanded, I was still laying on the ground. I narrowed my eyes at him, lifting my chin in defiance, I tried to stand but in an instant he pushed me to the floor in a kneeling position.

“ You can't force me, Alpha Damien. I'll never be your slave.” I can feel his anger as he pinned me to the ground, straddling me, putting his entire weight on me.

“ I can and will force you, Slave. You are mine to break, mine to own, mine to fuck.” His nose skimmed my jaw as his face was so close to mine. Our lips are a breath apart. 

Delicious shivers ran up my body as his bulge nudged between my legs. I know this is just my body reacting to a man’s touch but I still hate it, hate him.

“ And, Little Bird, Call me Master Damien.” He bit my jaw before freeing me and sitting on his throne. 

“ Kneel, Eyes ahead, do not speak until I say so, Do not move until I say so.” He commanded again, I obeyed, not because I am afraid of him but because I hate him touching me and he knows that as his jaw clenched in anger.

I am kneeling beside him like an obedient  pet, with my eyes on the door. A knock rattled the door and Damien called them in. 

Two men dragged a half unconscious man into the room as blood left a trail behind him. 

“ Make him kneel.” The air around me changed, it felt intense and overwhelming. Alpha Damien wore his blank mask very well as his grey eyes changed into white as he glared at the injured man.

Another man wheeled something inside and kept it beside Damien. He stood up from the chair and took something from the tray and walked towards the man, there was nothing but silence in the room. I can hear Damien’s shoes click on the floor and the nervous gulp of the man.

I am sweating and shaking.

“ Give me the name and I will let you go.” Damien’s Cool voice reached my ears and my eyes snapped at his face which was opposite of his tone. He was truly looking like a devil right at the moment. 

Fear gripped me as my eyes fell on his hand which was holding a pair of thick scissors. The man on the ground was shaking as he was already beaten and bruised to the point of a disfigured face as it was swollen and there were many cuts on his face.

“ I…I don't know, Alpha. Believe me, I am not the one who stole the money.” The man pleaded, sobbing and begging him.

“ You know very well about me, John and you still went and betrayed me! Disrespected me!” Damien sat on his hunches and took the man’s hand in his.

“ Eyes on here, Slave. I have eyes on my back too, if you don't see this then you will be punished too.” He warned, my eyes glued to their hands as fear froze me and I knew what was going to happen and the fear of getting the same treatment made me not move my eyes from the scene. 

Without any second thought Damien cut off the finger and the crunch of bone made my stomach churn and bile rose in my throat but I held it back, breathing through the nose. Blood is gushing out of the place where his finger used to be.

His screams are echoing in the silent office and I am sobbing with the man as Damien without any mercy started cutting off all his fingers of both hands and he made me see the entire scene.

The scent of blood and piss is so potent that I want to puke all over the place or rather run away from here but I am frozen to the floor with fear and his command to not move from my place until he says. I sure am turning into his slave. One way or another, fear is the ugliest enemy of a person which makes anyone do anything for their survival.

“ Memorize this very well, Little slave, I don't give second chances and I don't spare anyone who defies me and disrespects me.” His cold voice chilled me to the bone and silent tears streaming down my face.

A loud crash pulled our attention as the window was shattered by someone. Damien was on his feet in an instant like a predator looking for his next prey.  

Someone in a ski mask entered through the window with a gun in their hand aiming at Damien. Damien has only a pair of scissors in his hand and his men are behind him but he can't do anything, he will be shot before he can raise his hands.