Marked

At that moment, he knew his entire career; everything that he's worked so effing hard to work for was going to go down the drain. The request…no, the order Nikon gave out to King isn't so stunning, but King can't possibly grant it. 

So, he stopped his quivering lips before trying to dissent. “My Lord, please her…she's just a stripper! I'm… I'm uncertain whether she'll agree to lay with you. Please Lord Nikon. There are so many pretty ladies around and…”

He arose from the leather chair he's been seating on, then swayed his head to glare at King. King gulped down nothingness, overly overwhelmed by the intimidating figure who's towering over him. A grin soon curved on Nikon's lips as he tilted his head sideways. 

“Do I look like I give a fucking damn, King? Huh?” he bellowed, his tone sending waves of fear down King's spine. The poor man could only shake his negativity in fear. 

“Great” Nikon withdrew the cigarette then puffed out an immense amount of smoke from his nostrils and mouth. “Tomorrow I'll be expecting to see Madam Red in my room, right?” he leaned closer, knowingly he increased the fear in King's soul. 

“Y…yes, My Lord!” he bowed shakily and remained in that position until Nikon and his goons exited. King wiped off the balls of sweat that had surfaced on his forehead with a handkerchief. 

He huffed anxiously as he fell heavily on the chair Nikon had previously sat on. What is he supposed to do now?

Madonna, although acts like a cold-hearted bitch, has never laid with any one before. She's been continuously offered a mind -blowing sum of money for a nightstand, yet she declined. 

She's a stripper, not a whore. Why can't Nikon understand? Again, King sighed apprehensively—he had to think of something. Screw the fact she's a worker, he'll do anything within his power to save his business from going down the drain. 

If Lord Nikon wants her in his bed, then King would make that happen. 

“You have to forgive me, Red, but it's business” he muttered before shutting his eyes. 

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Throughout the drive back to her apartment, the wolf never paused in its whimpers. It was utterly evident that it's in great discomfort and Madonna had no choice then to accelerate her speed. 

They arrived at her portable apartment, then Madonna conveyed her into the living room. Fortunately, Madonna lives entirely alone; no neighbor, friends, or family relatives. 

She's technically an orphan in accordance to what the orphanage home told her. Sincerely, Madonna doesn't recall much about her childhood, but slightly remembers who gave her the half - heart shaped necklace around her neck. 

Presently, Madonna laid the wolf on her couch before rushing up the stairs. She rushed back down with a first aid kit in her possession. 

Crouching next to the injured wolf, her eyes met with a sharp, pointy silver knife that's stuck in the wolf's leg. 

“Yikes! This must hurt like fuck” she observed quietly, and it groaned painfully in response. “I'll handle this, okay? Just…endure” she said to it before setting out to work. 

NEXT MORNING~~

The bright penetrative rays of the sun kissed her eyes repeatedly, so she had no choice then to force them open. Tiredly, she roamed her eyes lazily around her bedroom. 

Done stretching her limbs to their limits, she arose slowly from the futon which she laid on. Madonna's eyes instantly landed on the supposed wolf she saved yesterday that's laying on her bed but entirely covered with her sheets. 

She chewed her lips lightly, recollecting all that transpired yesterday; she can't effing believe she took in a wolf. She's surprised at how gusty she is, then again she didn't entirely save a wolf—it appeared fucking timid and coupled with the injuries it's sustained, Madonna was sure she could easily take down. That is, if it gets violent when awake. 

Madonna twitched her eyebrows inquisitively once the sheets moved persistently. Prudently, she advanced closer to it. Her right arm was stretched, in an attempt to unreveal the wolf, only for it to pull the sheet on its own. 

But Madonna found it extremely hard to believe when her eyes landed on a naked girl, her age, seated on the bed. The girl would roughly be about 18 or so; she was slender, had short brown hair and dark eyes. 

“Who…are you?” Madonna asked in a mumble while taking steps backwards. The girl withstanding the fact she's naked, came down from the bed with a smile playing on her lips. 

Madonna looked away, determined not to gaze at a naked girl. “Can…you, please wrap yourself with a sheet or something?” Madonna muttered, peculiarly embarrassed on her behalf. “Oh” came a sweet voice before she grabbed the sheet. 

Done covering her nudity, she smiled more brightly at Madonna. “You're the lady who saved me yesterday. Thank you” Madonna gazed at the direction of the feminine voice. 

She narrowed her eyes more intently at her with a thudding heart—yeah, she's scared as fuck! She treated a wolf yesterday, not a lady. 

“Who…who are you?” she questioned with a shaky tone. The lady merely smiled softly, then sat on the bed. She inhaled briefly before speaking. 

“I'm Savannah Phantomhive. A werewolf”

Madonna's eyes tripled in size immediately—her jaw dropped in amazement, but she was quick to compose herself. “A werewolf? But… I thought they didn't exist!”

“But we do. Aren't I?”

“Uhm…honestly I thought that was a baby goat” Madonna scoffed loudly. Unknowingly, her words struck Savannah's heart, yet she smiled to hide the pain.

“Y…yeah. I'm…a fragile wolf” She muttered, sadness laced through her tone. Madonna figured she hurt her feelings, but when she tried to apologize, Savannah spoke again. 

“Anyway, I appreciate you taking that thing out” She glanced at the bloodied knife that's placed on a small table. Madonna seemed perplexed, then again Savannah was quick to clear her confusion. 

“Oh…so silver and wolfsbane are wolves' weaknesses! Wow!” Madonna curved her lips in awe. Thereafter, the two ladies had breakfast together. 

Savannah didn't hide anything from Madonna—ranging from how she got to the Human World, and why she was being pursued by some other wolves. 

“Who sent them?” came a sharp question from Madonna. She lowered her head to the floor, recollecting how he clearly threatened her with something like this. 

“Anna?” Madonna called due to how hesitant she was to reply. She lifted her teary eyeballs to gaze at Madonna before forcing a smile. 

Madonna relented; she didn't mean to pry too deep in her personal life. They both spent the day basically doing nothing, but when night came, Savannah wondered where she's heading off to. 

★

“You're…a stripper? Really? That's so…cool!!” Madonna gaped surprisingly at Savannah, who gushed childishly all around her. It's utterly rare to find someone who doesn't distaste her for being a stripper. 

Savannah's eyes beamed excitingly as she watched Madonna stuff her outfit into her bag. “Can I come with you?” she requested. Madonna thought quickly about it, then gave it. 

Together, they both left for the Almond Club. 

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Done putting the last touches on her make-up, her phone beeped due to a text message. It's from Savannah who texted. Apparently, she's impatient to watch Madonna strip. 

“What a crazy ass bitch” she smiled, standing up from the high stool. Today, Madonna is dressed more alluringly since King informed her today's show will be special. 

She took a deep breath before cat walking towards the door. Pulling the doorknob backwards, her eyebrows narrowed questioningly as she met King there. He had his face lowered, but the mischievous grin was visible. “King?” she called inquiringly before he lifted his head. 

“Forgive me, Red” he uttered then swiftly rushed at her. She couldn't do shit since it all came suddenly—King successfully trapped her nose with the sedated handkerchief he held. Madonna didn't put up much of a struggle before slumping unconscious on the floor. 

He grimaced happily as he held her delicately in his arms, then proceeded to Nikon's room. 

★★★

Undoubtedly, she was sure she's in the most comfortless bed. Then again, sleep was far away from her, yet her eyes refused to snap open. Apart from that, her entire body seemed numb; she couldn't move at all.

Her senses were working, but she couldn't move. What the fuck? Madonna battled mentally with herself, but paused when the creaking of a door was heard. 

Heavy approaching footsteps were soon heard before the nasty smell of cigarettes filled the air. Discreetly, she forced an eye open then again felt like dying the instant she spotted… Lord Nikon!

Her system went into a state of fright once he began to undress. Madonna, in an attempt to get the fuck out of there, scanned the room with her eyes. Luckily, a bottle of whiskey wasn't far from her reach.

She tried to reach for it but paused as Nikon approached the bed, shirtless. 

Undeniably, he's freaking hot with that tattooed chest of his, then again she won't lose her dignity to such a man—not in this way. 

Nikon, overwhelmed with desire, crawled slowly on the bed, heading for Madonna. Never had he come across such a beauty before, his eyes were filled with nothing else but pure lust. Towering over her sleeping face, his hand reached for her flawless face before his fingers caressed it mildly. 

“How gorgeous” he hushed, leaning closer and aiming for her succulent lips. Madonna wanted to make her move at that instant, but couldn't due to the kiss—he claimed her lips possessively, literally devouring her lips and basking in its sweetness. 

Madonna never intended to reciprocate it, then again she found herself moving in accordance with his lips. Subsequently, his available hand began making its way towards her exposed cleavage. 

His fingers brushed against them, which succeeded in bringing Madonna back to her senses. Rapidly, she reached for the bottle of whiskey. 

Without any form of hesitation, she lifted it high in the air then bashed it aggressively on his head. 

“Fucking Christ!!!” his wail was freaking loud and pain filled as he paused in the foreplay, holding onto his head. Blood soon rushed out and Madonna swiftly pushed him off her body. 

He fell heavily on the floor, yet held onto his hurting head. While he grunted in pain, she took off, running madly from the room. 

Madonna could feel her heart beating so fast and feared it'll pop out of her rib cage any moment from now—the consequences of what she's just done won't be rosy at all. But…she'll be crazy to allow him to make love to her. 

During her course of escaping, she collided with someone. “Donna!” Savannah blinked confusingly at her. She can't comprehend why Madonna is acting so jumpy…and the unhidden fear in her eyes couldn't be overlooked. 

“We need to escape. Now!” Madonna blurted, grabbing unto Savannah's wrist. She pulled her away, and they ran out of the club, heading straight for the apartment.