Chapter 6

6

FOUR MONTHS LATER, 

Violet's Pov

"Hey, you little slút! Princess Kiara is asking for you. You have two minutes to reach her." The door to my room was kicked open by the male servant, Neville, who's always sent to fetch me.

I looked down at my clothes that I was folding and back at him. Well, I just washed the Alpha's family's clothes with my hands, cleaned the beta's room and cooked untimely wanted food for the Gamma's son. My body was aching and beseeching me to give it some rest.

Nevertheless, I dropped the clothes on the side away from my lap and started to get up.

"W-what is it?" I made the mistake of asking and Neville threw a light kick in my ribs.

I flew to the wall and hit my back. Pain buzzed through me violently but I was able to pull myself together.

"How would I know, whoré? But..." Neville closed in on me as his eyes hungrily roamed over my body leaning against the wall while I tried to pull myself up despite the excruciating pain so I could start walking.

Much to my fear and shock, Neville pressed his body to mine and ground his lower body against my pelvis as he purred in lust, "If you agree to blow me and let me fuck you tonight, I might give you a hint what it is about!"

His hands caught my waist as he thrusted his lower body hardly against mine, making my eyes go wide.

"What do you say? Willing to have a deal with me?" His hands raked up to touch my breásts.

But before he got his fingers anywhere near them, I rammed my knee into his groin with full force. Neville fell back as he held his bãlls and curled his legs up to lessen the impact of the kick.

"You shameless whöre! I'll make you pay for this." Neville gritted the words out in a pained voice as I ran away from him and out the door.

My heart was hammering in my chest and sweat rolled down my spine under my clothes at the back. My feet were wobbly and knees unable to carry the weight of my trembling body. Holding back my tears, I tried harder not to fall. But anyway I tripped and stumbled, going on my knees.

I picked myself up and took a few steps. My shaky legs failed me. The surge of adrenaline made them shake too much to hold me up and I sank to my knees again.

This is not the first time I've been humiliated and assaulted by Neville. He's a bastard. He used to be nice and respectful to me but since that night of Kiara's birthday, he's turned into an animal I never thought he could be. He was the very definition of kindness before but after Kiara's birthday, he has been trying to get me alone and rápe me.

I pushed the tears back and took a deep breath. While Neville is not the only male in the Alpha's mansion who is looking out to ràpe me desperately, it's not really an important matter at hand that I should be worried about. My real nightmare is Kiara— the girl who once used to be my best friend.

Her room is a good seven minutes away from my room and each time she asks for me within a specific period of time, it means that she intends to have fun. I'm generally her personal pet more than her maid.

Yeah, you heard that right! I'm demoted to be her personal maid.

I sighed as I got up and held the wall in order to stop myself from falling again. Two minutes have already passed, which means I'm going to be punished. So there's really no way to rush. Thus, I take my time to reach Kiara's room.

Not that I would have been able to go to her any quickly because my body is weak and malnutritioned. Not only am I tortured physically that has to do with outer appearance, Kiara's made sure she tortures me internally too. She gives me little to no food and it's made me very thin and weak. And eventually, my movements have slowed down.

Even if I attempt to run, all I would manage to pull out is walk hastily. That's the fastest I could be.

All the credits goes to Kiara, the girl who used to be my soul sister. In order to punish me for trying to seduce her mate, she demanded Alpha Arnold to hand me over to her. She didn't want me to be killed by the alpha for treason, or thrown in the dungeons. She thought it was too easy of a punishment.

She wanted to see me suffer and make me pay for deceiving her. She wanted a payment from me for taking advantage of her kindness and to break me bit by bit every day.

Although I tried to beg her to listen to me and allow me to explain everything to her, each time I received a slap or a kick or lashing from her alpha father's thick leather belt for trying to speak up.

I was not supposed to talk unless I was asked to. While in the past Kiara complimented my voice and said that it was melodious and she envied me for having a goddess' voice, she hated it now. She didn't like to see me uttering a single word— And I was not supposed to speak in a loud voice either.

Not just that, I was not supposed to look at her while talking. My head was expected to stay lowered and my body language meek and submissive.

I was once whipped fifty times just for standing tall, for holding my shoulders straight, and for walking with my head high. They couldn’t bear to see me walk with dignity and punished me.

All my thoughts ceased to a halt as Kiara's room came to my view. I gulped my fear down and submissively neared the door. I knocked three times and put both my hands together in a respectful manner as I looked down.

I could hear giggles from inside. Kiara was not alone. Considering the number of voices I could hear from within, she probably had half a dozen people with her.

"Haha, she's here! I can't wait to see the fun begin." Someone said from the inside just as the door was pulled open.

My heart bottomed out and my body shook like a dry leaf about to fall from the branch of the tree. The girls Kiara was with were once my friends too. They were dressed in fine and branded clothes, their hair done by a professional hairstylist, their faces radiating with neutral looking makeup. However, one thing among them all was common— fake breasts and curved and big butt like Kim Kárdashian's.

"Y-you wanted to s-see me, Kiara." I asked in a low and meek voice.

I was embarrassed at how I sounded in front of these girls who once complimented me for being confident and having fearless opinions that I didn't hesitate to voice out.

Those girls were looking at me with disgusted eyes and a sneer on their lips as if they were sighting a pig that had just come out of a shiít pit.

"I did, and you're full ten minutes late though I've clearly told Neville to tell you that you're expected within two minutes." Kiara said in an infuriated tone.

She rose from where she was sitting on a chair and approached me. She circled me like a hyena and made a disgusted face.

"May I know your reason for delay, Violet?" She stopped before me and put the hair strand behind my ear that escaped from my braid when I was getting away from Neville.

"N-neville," I shivered. "H-he held me in my room. I s-swear I wouldn't have been late if he—"

"Liar!" Kiara hissed and smacked me across the face. "When are you going to stop it, Violet? Will you ever stop it? Lying hasn't gotten anyone anywhere. Look at yourself! Look where your lying and deception has brought you and you still have the audacity to lie to me?"

"I... I swear I—"

"Look at that mouth," Kiara snarled as she slammed her pointed heel on my thigh just above my knee so brutally that I collapsed on my knees before her.

Tbc…

Poor Violet;(

Her life's completely changed. Will she always live like this?

What are your views?