Chapter 7: Adelaide.

"It's a sad world for girls like you y'know."

I watch as the guard peeks his head into my room with a smile on his face. He looks pleased with himself and I don't want to wonder why that is.

"You're supposed to get some food to eat today aren't you?"

My head aches. Like someone's hitting it with a mallet and my body is weak. Seven days without food, only dreams, and I didn't even eat in those dreams.

I open my mouth to speak but my voice comes out raw. What I say does not make any sense.

The guard chuckles and walks into the room, his eyes roam the expanse of my skin and he frowns and wrinkles up his nose. I took a bath the night of the first day, so I got rid of some of the grime on my skin, but I haven't taken another bath since then.

Personal hygiene is the least of my problems.

He leans down and crouches before me. He's the guard from last time, the one with the scar, and as I suspected before, whatever magic they had worked on themselves was what made me find them irresistible.

He's handsome in a rugged way, but he's not my kind of handsome. Even with an empty stomach, I still have standards, and this guy doesn't meet up to those standards.

Almost like he sees the scorn in my eyes, his gaze turns cold and he stands up again. When he speaks, it's in a ridiculous tone that tries to mimic the Lycan king's.

"I can give you food if you want to eat, but I also need something from you. You can save your breath, I don't need you to ask. What I need is your body. I want you to offer yourself to me."

He sounds ridiculous and he knows it. A guard does not make such requests. 

I look up at him and I give him the weakest smile I can.

"Why don't you just force yourself on me? I can't do anything to stop you."

His smile is foolish and he nods.

"You can't, but I still want you to beg me. I want to hear you ask me to fuck you,  I've never fucked a she-wolf before. I hear your cunts smell like strawberries."

I can see the bulge in his pants already and when his eyes follow mine, he smiles when he sees where they land. A chuckle escapes his lips. 

"I can make you feel good, little wolf. Lord Lyros isn't going to fuck you, and no one else will once he's done with you. This might be your only chance  to have sex, and I can promise you, it'll be good."

The proud smile on his face doesn't escape my notice. He sees the fake contemplation in my eyes and he believes it's genuine. He continues.

"It's thick, and long, a prime piece of meat. I'm ripped all over so you'll at least have the experience of being fucked by a real man."

He's not lying.

He's sexy in a way, but he's still filthy to me. I thought I was meant to be the one doing most of the convincing, not him.

"I can't offer myself to you on an empty stomach. I'll die before you even cum."

A frown lines his face almost immediately and he shakes his head.

"You're just trying to get the food without agreeing to the deal."

I act appalled and let my bottom lip begin to quiver.

"I want to enjoy it too, okay? Unless you want me to stay under you like a log of wood then I'll agree, but if you want me the same way I want you, then please give me something to eat. I want you to fuck me, I do, but I can't do so on an empty stomach, so please, give me some food."

My voice sounds raw and my eyes are teary. The look on the scarred guard's face is a mixture of pride and self-satisfaction.

He walks to the door, pushes a tray inside with a small dollop of what I'll assume is porridge. He closes the door behind him and then his voice booms from the other end. 

"Five minutes. I want you done in five minutes and when I come in again, I want your legs spread out for me, you must be wet by the time I come in. I'll fuck you good so don't doubt it."

I suppress a scoff and do what he doesn't expect. I pick up the food, stand up, and turn the lock on the door.

I can almost hear his shocked gasp from the other end. I laugh loud and clear.

I know he can break the door down, but I'm the Lycan king's property. 

"Go fuck yourself if you're so good at it. You can't buy me with a plate of porridge."

The pounding starts not a moment later and I dive into the porridge. It's bland, lacks spice, it tastes like dog food.

I eat it with relish but then the door comes crashing down and it clatters out of my hands. The guard's muted violet eyes stare at me with the promise of violence in them.

I smile and stick my tongue out at him.

Even a slave can have standards too. 

"Do your worst. I didn't even enjoy the food you gave me."

I don't know what's making me this reckless but for the time being I decide I like it. My  Freedom is still the number one priority in my mind, but seven days without food have taught me something.

There's no way I'll ever be free if I can't stand up and fight for that freedom.

Lyros will not treat me like a slave and give me the impression of freedom, his mind works in a twisted way to some extent.

Breaking four fingers only to slip a ring on the last one.

He wants me to be a weapon, and weapons don't give themselves to sex-deprived guards.

The scarred guard guy is heaving and an ugly smile has lined the side of his face.

"You should have let me fuck you willingly."