Chapter 9

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He ripped Violet's trousers open, revealing her tattered cotton pänties.

"Cotton pänties, eh! I expected a thóng." He chuckled as his fingers rubbed on her bare midriff.

He was about to yank her pantiés off when...

"Hey, get your filthy hands off her, you disgusting excuse for a human being!" A loud pissed voice boomed in the air as a woman showed herself, causing him to flinch.

His facial features fell to that of extreme terror. Blood siphoned from his face and fear replaced the evil glint in his eyes. He quickly fell to the ground as he hastened to button up his jeans again.

"I... I w-wasn't doing anything wrong! I-it's her! She sedúced m-me to—"

"Shut up! Just shut up or I'll sew your mouth with a furnaced needle!" The woman snapped.

The guard opened his mouth to defend himself again but the woman delivered a resounding smack across his face. On the other hand, Violet writhed, and rocked, and wailed in agony.

"You think I don’t see what’s happening among you men in this mansion? I know your dirty intention. She might be Princess Kiara's offender but it gives you no right to force her."

"I... I..."

"Shut up!" Another slap. "You lay another hand on her, and I swear to God, I'll make sure you regret it."

Violet was shaking badly. She cracked an eye open to find Mrs. Auriele Styles. She sounded peeved and looked mad, her face was red and eyes popping out more as she continued to speak.

"If I ever see you touch her again, I'll rip your head off. You're going down for this." Mrs. Styles' upper lip rippled as she grabbed the gaurd's front.

She seethed as she took in his terror-stricken face, "You're going to the darkest cellar in the dungeons if I see you around her again. Is that clear?"

The guard frantically nodded his head, too freaked out to speak.

"Take your dirty ãss out of here now, you sicko!" She let him go with a force that sent him flat on his face in the soil.

When he came up, his face was covered in dirt. The guard took a scared glance at Mrs. Styles before be hurried away on all fours.

When Mrs. Styles eyes found Violet, her gaze softened. A look of helplessness eclipsed her features as grief hoed its way through her heart.

"Oh dear," Violet heard her sigh dismassily.

She helped Violet on her feet carefully. The latter winced as tears gushed out of her swollen eyes.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm here for you. I'll make sure they don't hurt you again." Mrs. Styles covered her with a cotton jacket she was wearing.

With a firm grip, she slung Violet’s arm over her shoulder and walked her to her room.

The walk to the storeroom aka her new bedroom on the third floor was painfully slow. Violet winced on every step, and when she came inside the store room, she collapsed. Mrs. Styles' heart went out for her. She sat on her knees to caress Violet's head.

"You don't deserve this cruelty, dear. You don't."

She observed Violet and felt anxiety and agony clawing through her. Violet had become skinnier in these two days of starving than she was before.

Just two days since Kiara’s punishment began, and Violet’s body changed significantly.

As the head of the housekeeping staff, who was incharge of all the servants, maids, omegas and other workers, Mrs. Styles was aware of the punishment Violet faced every day. She felt partly responsible too given she would be the one to assign work of other maids to Jasmine to intensify her punishment on Alpha Arnold's orders.

Although she hated it, she had direct orders from Alpha Arnold. And since Mrs. Styles had bad blood with him, she was left with no choice but to obey his commands given she was always under scrutiny of spies the Alpha left after her.

That’s why the four months of torment Violet endured also left Mrs. Styles feeling vulnerable.

"Get a grip on yourself, dear. Don't fall apart! Here, take my hand, let me help you."

Alas, Violet burst into loud, heart shattering sobs. Mrs. Styles felt the weight of her pain and tears flashed in her own eyes. Anyway, she dragged Violet to her mattress and placed her down.

There was a jug half filled with water. She poured a glass for Violet and raised it to her lips.

"Here, drink some water dear." Violet shook her head in a no as she sobbed. "Just a few sips. Trust me, it'll help you a lot. You need to stay hydrated."

Her muscles still twitched violently, and her chest heaved with sobs. Violet pushed the glass back gently as she turned her head to the side. She was ashamed of being seen in the way Mrs. Styles saw her. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve any of this, but still she was enduring everything like it was what she truly deserved!

"I... I want to die." Violet wailed.

"No, dear. Don't say that. You've come so far. Why would you suddenly want to die? You’ve held on for this long, don’t give up now." Mrs. Styles wiped the tears off her face.

She looked closer to appraise Violet's face and sorrow troweled its way through her soul. The little girl's eyes were sunken, her skin pale and dry. It was hard to believe that this was the same young girl who was Princess Kiara's confident and brave best friend.

Though an orphan, Violet had strong opinions, and when she spoke in public events beside Princess Kiara, she was liked more and given more attention.

Mrs. Styles noticed her tiny body looking even tinier. It had become fragile, like a leaf that could be crumbled under a foot at any moment. Her limbs looked like twigs that could be snapped easily. Her hair has turned dull and brittle from not being able to use products she once used. They lacked their usual lustre and bounce.

Her cheeks have hollowed out. Violet looked like a once-beautiful plant that had been neglected and deprived of water and sunlight.

Mrs. Styles shook her face and breathed deeply, "To hell with the punishment!"

"I'll bring something for you to eat." She muttered as she began to rise.

Nevertheless, Violet gripped her forearm, stopping her. Shaking her head sideways, she asked her not to go. The horror and pain in her eyes screamed and begged for her to not take risk for her sake.

After all, she was the Alpha and his daughter's offender. Anyone who tried to help or associate with her would face a living hell. And Violet didn't want that.

She begged with her eyes but Mrs. Styles didn't listen. She cupped her cheek and gave it a light squeeze.

"I'm sorry for not helping you earlier, Violet. But now you're not alone."

Violet stared at her, her heart banging in her chest.

Was she being embraced again?

Tbc...

Is Mrs. Styles a ray of hope in Violet's dark world? Let's see in further chapters:)