Mated To His Slave

Arianna's POV…

I could still remember the events of that day as clearly as ever.

On that fateful day…

I watched in horror as the heartless masked man placed a gun on my father's skull, I couldn't do anything. Even if his boys aren't holding me down, what would I have done? 

Fight this devil? 

All I could do was tear up uncontrollably. What could my parents have ever done to deserve this type of death? 

With eyes filled with scorn and devilish aura, he shot my mother first and she dropped dead right in front of me.

With same piercing, murderous gaze, he turned to my father with a smirk that showed only on his uncovered lips. My heart leapt a thousand fold yet it wasn't enough to stop the agony I was about to face in less than a second. 

“Don't worry about your daughter, I will take care of her” he said coldly, letting the trigger speak afterwards.

A loud bang! And my father slumped before my eyes, trying to reach out to me but the life draining out of him too fast.  

“No!!!” I screamed out, trying to struggle from their grip as I stared at my lifeless parents on the floor in their pool of blood. 

Hot tears run down my eyes. 

“Mom! Dad!” was all I could say as I felt weak yet brimming with uncontrollable anger.

Yet, I was helpless. 

The man in black stood up. I couldn't see his face. Although he had a mask on, I could see his eyes, which didn't look like he felt moved at all. Even after killing two people like him, who was he?

As he walked closer, my heart skip a beat. He said he would take care of me, but I doubt that. Maybe he meant the opposite because I could see pure darkness and hatred in those eyes as he stared at me.

I stop struggling with the boys. I wanted to avoid dying now. Even though I have nothing to live for, I still don't want to die. I want to know why he killed my parents so ruthlessly.

My parents don't deserve to die so ruthlessly. 

As I stared into his eyes, my tears didn't stop, but his eyes were as dark as his heart.

“Bring her out” He ordered, removing his gaze from mine.

Without uttering another word, he turned around and walked away. And I was dragged up. 

“Let go of me!” I screamed, kicking the air in a fruitless attempt to be free. 

I wasn't going to let them kill me. I wasn't going to die… not before finding out who that bastard was behind the mask. But I guess my struggles were getting irritating to them as one struck me hard at the side of my neck. 

That was all I could remember before I blacked out completely. 

*****

A sharp sting and burning sensation on my face woke me up. Yet as I tried to open my eyes, another sting followed. Did I cry? Of course not, neither did I hold the stinging sensation on my cheek.

Crying out loud would anger them the most, so I swallow down the excruciating pain. My legs and arms were bound together by a tight rope. What are they? Barbarics or what? Why would they tie me with ropes?

Yet my inquisitiveness was sealed inside me or I would receive more than just a sting! 

It appeared I was in a car, being transported to only God knows where. I began to wonder about my parents. It was strange. What could they have done to deserve such a cruel death? 

And for a moment, I sobbed softly. I hated the fact I couldn't help them. I only watched as they were killed. They were murdered ruthlessly and in the most gruesome manner. 

Maybe, if I had my wolf back then, I would have done something. Yes, that was another stigma in my life. I was just one wolfless girl. 

Then again, I thought the situation would have ended up the same way even if I had one. That's because, practically, I was weak. I was feeble and fragile.  

My train of thoughts got disrupted when a guard shoved me roughly. He pushed me out of the door and began leading me to the gigantic mansion. 

Once we had gotten in, my eyes landed on a pretty lady who was seated comfortably on a leather chair. She had a cigarette stick stuck between her lips. 

“Is that her?” she asked, puffing out smoke from her lips. 

“Yes Madam”

“Nice. Look pretty girl, it's nothing personal. Your parents failed to pay up the money they owned. So, you're going to help them by getting sold as a sex slave. Okay. But… quick question, are you a virgin?” she rasped endlessly.

Huh? 

I believed my ears weren't working well as she spoke. My parents borrowed money from a she-devil? Fuck this! 

Just why would they behave like that? Fucking why! 

My eyes stung as it welled up, blurring my vision but for a few second as I thought about my new life. Will I be sold as a slave now? Not just any slave but one to be used all over by different men!

God…!

I went mute and that angered the lady. “Hey. Speak!” she shouted at me angrily. 

In fear, I shook my head positively. Of course, I was a virgin, what 18 years old won't be? 

The lady smirked and she snapped her fingers. Somebody came in with another girl; they were all looking rough and edgy as if I owe them too. 

“Take her to a room for the meantime and, Janette, prepare the ceremony for new virgins before she's take to the ship”

“Yes, madam!” they replied, and the person advanced to me. 

The boy pushed me every second since I was walking slowly. I continue looking around, wondering what I was doing in a place like this.

It looks so big like a total palace on its own. I could see numbers of boys and girls walking, and staring at me. Some even pointing at me and whispering, but I could hear them loud and clear.

“She's the daughter of one of those low-life?”

“How shameless. Having poor parents must be a curse!”

“Look how skinny she looks”

“Bitch!”

Someone even threw a stone at me, and it landed directly on my forehead. 

I wept silently as the blood gushed down her face. I was looking so unkept already; my long hair all over my face, but I couldn't touch because my hands are tied together. 

Not only that, but I had no shoes on and no one had to tell me before I knew that the sole or my feet was bleeding too. 

Likewise, I was feeling total pains all over my body, but the pains in my heart was worse. 

What have I done to deserve this? 

I was still lost in thought when one of the boys opened a room and pushed me in. I landed roughly on the floor. 

“Ahh!” I screamed out, the ground was so cold. The room was covered with total darkness, the cold coming out of the room was enough to freeze me to death. 

The door was closed, and the footsteps were gone, total silence and darkness filled me up. But I wouldn't dare to raise my voice. All I could do was cry in silence.

My heart was on fire, broken into many pieces. Each time I remembered the devil who killed my parents. 

Different thoughts filled my head, but it was more depressing because I knew there was nothing I could ever do about it.

I wrapped my tied hands which shook slightly around my legs and I began shaking violently. The cold was too much for me to handle. The darkness making it worst, but I was in my dark world; nobody was going to help me. I have to hold it in and be strong.

“You can't die this way Arianna, you hav

e to be strong” I said to myself, allowing the teardrop to fall at will. 

But then a sound made me froze… was this the end?