Chapter 7

Seraphine's pov

I got up from the bed, my legs shaking like jelly as I grabbed the blanket draped over my body. I turned on the heater and went back to bed. I picked up my garment and stared at the wetness dripping from my legs. I felt a tear clouding my vision and I sniffed. I felt like someone had made me a doormat and I was being stepped on without any mercy. I walked back into the bathroom and sat in the bathtub, letting the warm water soothe the sore in my vagina.

I let the tears flow freely now. Was this how I am supposed to be living in the palace? Was this my fate? I didn't sign up for any of this. Just then, I heard a knock on the door and flinched. I stood up immediately and put on my garment as it clung to my wet body. I didn't feel a need to be ashamed as the Alpha felt disgusted with my body.

I walked to the door at the second knock, I responded.

"Who's there?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I got no response, but a note slipped into the crack under the door. I bent down to pick it up, not bothering to check who was at the door. Would a slave who looked distorted and almost defiled please their eyes?

Once I collected the note from the floor, I sighed as I saw my name boldly written.

'Make your way to the washroom with my clothes and make sure not a speck of stain is found on them.' Alpha Agora.

I felt my hand shake a little as my insides curled up. I made my way to his walk-in closet and found all his clothes clean. What clothes were I supposed to wash? I felt the soreness increase with each step I took. After a thorough search, I couldn't find a single dirty cloth.

I sighed. Maybe there was a mistake with the duty assigned to me. I should probably wait for the Alpha to get back. He would definitely correct this mistake.

I walked back into the bathtub and soaked myself back in. The comfort I felt as the water touched my skin made me muffle a moan. I didn't know how long I stayed in the bathtub, but when I opened my eyes, the room was dark, save for the silhouette of a man standing right above me and the water cold against my skin. I must have fallen asleep while in the tub. I squinted my eyes one more time and realized the man towering over me was none other than Alpha Agora.

Dread washed over me as I almost screamed out. I stood up from the tub and shrieked. He looked scary as hell, and my heart was thumping from the fear of having slept off in his tub... his tub.

"How dare you?" he asked, his voice sounding like something you would hear from a horror movie.

I blinked, unable to understand what he was saying.

"I'm really sorry for using your tub. It's just that there's no other bathtub in the room, and you forbade me from going outside without your permission. And sleeping in the bathtub was really irresponsible of me," I declared, bowing my head to the ground and making extra sure I wasn't staring right back at him.

"How dare you disobey my orders?" he questioned, this time walking close to me.

I stepped out from the tub, my feet moving slowly backward. I gulped as he walked much closer. Was this how I was supposed to die?

"I'm sorry, Alpha," I managed to speak out, my voice almost breaking down in a sob.

My back was hitting the wall now, with no place to go. He blocked me with his hand and I stared at him for a second. Maybe because I wanted to see how he was feeling at that moment, but a naughty side of me just wanted to stare at his face. But I looked back down immediately. He looked angry and ready to snap me in half at that point. The only thing a sane person would do is beg for mercy, but all I wanted was for him to punish me.

He held my neck and pressed on it hard, choking me. I tried to speak but he pinned me down good. I saw the contempt and hatred in his eyes and felt my chest tighten.

"I told you to wash my royal robes, didn't I?'' he asked, adding more pressure to his hands.

"I... I... didn't... I... didn't... see... any... any... clothes," I said, trying to speak as my vision blurred.

I tried to pry his hands off my neck but something in me didn't want to. I loved the idea of him choking me. I hated myself at that moment but I couldn't help it. Everything about the moment screamed wrong, but I wanted it to be right. I wanted him to spank me or something. I wanted him to inflict pain on me.

"You didn't see any clothes? I have a goddamn walk-in closet, you fool," he almost yelled, causing tears to drop from my eyes.

Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he let go and I fell to the floor, gasping for air. The cold hit me, reminding me I was naked. Why was I always naked around him recently? As I gasped, I felt his hand grab my hair, and I yelled. He pulled me up and stared at me, his face had a little hidden smirk, as if he enjoyed seeing me in pain.

"Turn around and hold the sink," he ordered.

I felt my body shake from those words. What was he planning to do to me this time around? This was not going to end well again. The sane part of me wanted to beg for mercy from the pain he was inflicting on me, but another part wanted him to do to me what he deemed pleasing.

I obeyed and had my ass facing him. The pain that hit me next was unbearable as his fingers slapped across my ass real hard.

"Ahhhh..." I screamed.

Just then a knock on the door echoed as though its responding to my scream.