Chapter 8

8

Two days later,

Violet was working in the garden. Her job for today was to pluck the weed and water the garden that was maintained well with blooming and bright flowers on Kiara's demand. They grew in the part of the garden that was visible from her window.

Sighing weakly, Violet mopped the back of her wrist on her forehead. It was scorching hot today. Summers were starting to begin and the sun was showing its wrath already. Her throat was dry, her lips cracking from lack of water and her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth.

She held back her tears as she peered at the guard keeping a watch over her.

"What? You need a slap to help you get going?" The guard bared his teeth at her.

Violet ignored him and went back to picking up dried leaves from the soil. The guard standing behind her was one of those who had attempted to assâult her. But like others, she got rid of him not before making him experience pain through a kick given between his legs as her attempt to get out of his hold.

Violet was sitting on her haunches. She wiped her hand on her forehead again as she collected the last few visible leaves from the soil.

"I-it's done." She said bleakly.

The evil guard scooted closer. His front pressed against Violet's back, making anxiety and fear plough through her. She moved away and looked down. Her hands and mouth trembled as exhaustion pressed down on her.

"Hmm, looks fine to me. But what's that? Pests!" He frowned whilst looking under a leaf that was covered in little, very little caterpillars, eating the leaf.

"I'm afraid you'll have to clean each of them— with your bare hands!" The sinister smirk on his face displayed his intentions.

He came closer and lowered his head near Violet's ear. He inhaled her scent and moaned.

"Mmm, you reek of dirt, soil and weed but your scent is still irresistible. I'll take care of the pests for you, Violet. In return, all you have to do is let me fúck you tonight. What do you say?"

He was trying to bring his face closer to her mouth. The dirty and stinking smell from his mouth compelled her to jump away.

"I'll do it myself. Thank you."

The guard growled irritatedly. His eyes changed, indicating that his wolf was in control of him. He spãnked her ruthlessly, causing her eyes to moisten and fall down from the force on her front as he snarled.

"Fine! Check each and every leaf, whóre. If I find even a single insect, I'll report you to the Alpha for being lazy and not doing your job."

Although tears trickled out of her eyes in trail, her body ached and her stomach grumbled for not having food for two days, Violet got back onto her feet. She said a small prayer and let out a breath.

Seeing her look under every leaf, and then pluck out caterpillars, snails and other garden pests, the guard sniggered disappointedly.

"What’s with this attitude of yours, slút? Why do you act like you're modest when you're not? All of us know who you are. Are you playing hard to get? Is this some kind of kink you love— first you seducë us, then deny us, and then one night you'll come to us, flaunting your slick pússy like the whóre you are! Is that how it's going to be?"

When she didn't reply, he rammed his foot up her âss, making her yelp and hold her bútt. Violet sobbed while falling on her side. She was profusely crying, however the guard grinned, satisfied upon seeing her tears.

He leaned down over her body. Violet coiled her limbs and wrapped her arms around her knees as his shadow eclipsed her.

"No matter how much you refuse, we will all have you one day, slút! You're not going anywhere. And perhaps, next time I do a rewarding job, I'll ask Alpha Arnold to give you to me for a week or two. I'm sure he wouldn't mind it."

He swept a gaze around. No one was in earshot or visible. What's more, since this part of the garden was visible from Princess Kiara's bedroom, sentinels on duty were prohibited from lingering around here. But since this guard was commanded by Princess Kiara herself to watch over Violet, he didn't have to worry.

He still did because the next moment, when no one was looking— he straddled Violet's waist and cupped her brëasts.

Emotions heaped upon her like a shovel full of dirt. From fear for being straddled to panic for being touched, Violet felt a series of agonizing emotions. She was helplessly wriggling on the ground as eyes blurred by tears attempted to remain open.

She tried to get him off her but he slapped her hard, making her stop moving. She just laid there getting assaúlted as hopelessness washed over her.

"Those melons are juicy and ripe. I'll fúck them one day too. Just wait and watch, bítch, how I and other guards convince Alpha Arnold to make you the pack's whóre." He huffed, kneading her brêasts harder. "Not willing to serve us on your own? Don’t worry, Alpha Arnold will see to it that you do— for every single one of us."

"When he'll make it your duty, you won’t get to choose who. You'll have to satisfy all of us, no matter what." He slapped her. "You don’t want to make a few of us happy, but when it becomes a command, you’ll have no say in who or how many. And trust me, all of us will gang fúck you! We'll rip your pússy apart and make it a nice blooming red flower!"

Because Violet was helplessly lying there under him, he assumed he could force her right there. Hence, he began to unbutton his pants and pull the zip down.

"This seems like a perfect time to me. Let's see how tight you are, and depending on the tightness I'll make my request to Alpha Arnold." He grinned darkly, showing yellow teeth. "Whether it should be one week or one month— it depends on your pússy."

He spread Violet's legs apart while she laid there weakly. She had long given up.

Firstly, she hadn’t had a bite to eat in forty-eight hours. As if that wasn't enough, she was also burdened with endless work. From cleaning to cooking, washing to sweeping the training grounds under the eyes of hungry and lustful warriors, folding and pressing baskets full of clothes, then putting them in the closets of their owners, Violet was crushed under a never ending workload.

Her head had been throbbing and her body begging for rest. Her stomach was about to turn the size of a resin and her bones were starting to feel like jelly, and unable to hold her together. All in all, she was tired.

Violet cried, but that also came out as a muffle. The guard on top of her's eyes sparkled evilly as he pulled out his little shäft, which was exactly the size of his thumb and stroked its small head.

"I'll fúck you first, and then I'll eat you out. Do you have a hairy pússy or clean shaved pússy? I won’t know for sure unless I see it with my own eyes." He smirked like a monster.

Violet shuddered exceedingly because what came next was going to be etched on her mind forever and haunt her memories!

Tbc...