Chapter 3: Slave

Riona POV

"Kill! Kill me?!"

Frightening words escaped my quivering pale pink lips. My head raised aloft as some strands of my tresses covered parts of my face. My mouth that I could compare to a fish being deprived of water, why me? I was denied to speak.

No! Not really! But my mind was suppressing my mouth to spell words.

When suddenly, Friya, my wolf growled inside of me. "Not now, sister! We're in a weird place where masters were unclad and warriors were covered!"

My hand pressed my tummy controlling her to move but the more I restrained her, the more she was getting wild.

What's wrong with Friya today?

In Victor's kingdom, she was like a frightened pup. In this unknown world, she was a fierce wolf. I was engulfed by the sudden awakening of the beast inside me when I noticed the master they called sauntering towards me.

"Wait! Release her!" like a clap of thunder, his voice echoed in the whole room.

I almost fell on the floor as my leg wobbled but a strong clutch caught my arm. I saw a glimpse of his pride that I wanted to close my eyes but what else to hide? I had seen them all. I'd rather enjoy the view. A hiss left my twitching lips when he pinched my chin hard forcing me to meet his unfathomable stare. He sniffed my neck giving me chills and more reason for Friya to freak out.

"Calm down, sissy!" I whispered talking to myself.

He seemed to hear it as his gaze locked on mine. I tried to glance away but he pinched my chin harder suddenly nibbling a bit of my lower rim. I was flabbergasted. My shoulders pulled back showing disapproval but not disgust.

"Who are you talking to?" was just a whisper but I heard a loud roar I had no idea where it came from.

"My imaginary... friend!"

Although I looked fierce, I still stuttered. I hated the fact that my body language never coordinated with my voice. When I was euphoric I was crying. When I was gloomy I looked stern. And now, I didn't know what I looked like...in front of this annoying master.

"Imaginary friend? What's your name, female?"

"Female?!" I asked repeating his word.

Just a while ago, it was wench. Then a servant. Now, a female. I couldn't wait for my future disposition.

His brows furrowed followed by curled-up lips that were turning to smirk. He moved closer my sensitivity aroused me as I moved back only to feel another broad-covered body. At least it was coated.

"Leave us!" his command left us all speechless while his bodyguards remained rooted in their spots.

"I said, LEAVE US!" as his tone reached its highest volume, the two brawny men turned to leave.

"Matthew, am I leaving, too?" when a hesitating question abruptly emerged out of nowhere, we forgot the awkward version of Eve was still present in the room, clutching the duvet tight.

Instead of wasting his saliva, his cold stern turned to glare as he shifted it to the woman whose name I never heard. He asked for mine, did he ask for her, too?!

"I guess, that means yes!" in a low tone, she picked up her clothes on the floor and left the room feeling disheartened.

After hearing the creaking sound of the closing door, my breath gasped as my palms spread on my sides. I would like to push him but I felt electrified. D*mn that hairy chest, tickled me. Till my hands found the courage to slowly get up to his torso level, I heard him gasp...deeply!

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Matthew POV

"I'm asking you WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"

She looked weak and vulnerable but I could see ferocious aggressiveness in her stance. Her hands that were pushing me away made me lose my breath, feeling I was into thin air.

And what bewildered me more was Argo, my wolf that had been suffering for a long time. My wolf, who never bothered me in the daytime but made vast distractions at night would like to come out.

"Shift! Shift!"

His howling was making my mind misty and my head would like to explode. I was on the brink of growling when the female spoke.

"Ri- Riona!"

Soft as a cotton her voice I could hardly hear. I never liked repeating myself but for this woman, I had no idea where I had gotten that patience. Or maybe I wanted to hear her voice again.

"Say that again!"

"My name is Riona. Just Riona!"

I never told her to say it in one breath so she would gasp after. An indication that she was a troublemaker. She couldn't follow simple rules. My grip dragged her to the door while she was struggling to escape.

"Please, don't kill me!"

Her begging words made me halt as I glanced at her. Those strands covering her face made her even more mysterious I couldn't help but brush my fingers on them and tucked some behind her ears. She quivered at my simple touch as she flickered those thick long eyelashes I had to admit I would like to count.

"You barged into my room and disturbed my afternoon delight. Now, give me one good reason why should I spare your life!"

"One...good...good reason?!"

What I hated the most was someone who couldn't speak well. And she was just giving me enough reasons to make her permanently mute. But how come I still kept her here? I even asked for her name. I didn't even know the name of the wench I bedded a while ago.

"I'm a good cook. I can clean your house well. I can wash your clothes. I'm very good at doing household chores. Just spare my life. I'm still too young to die!"

Long-winded explanations that I yawned in the middle. But what caught my interest was her last sentence, 'too young to die'.

"How old are you?"

I just asked for her name. Now, I was asking for her age, too. Maybe later, I would also ask if her parents were still alive.

"I'm 20. So, please, don't kill me. I promise I would be an obedient...obedient...!"

"Servant?!" I cut her off loud and clear.

I had to finish her sentence before she would waste my time again.

"Ye-yes! Servant. An obedient servant!"

I sneered at her expression while lots of possibilities were popping up in my scheming mind. She would stay at my mansion and be my servant. No! I had a better idea!

"Guard!"

One of my bodyguards opened the door waiting for my final command.

"Has the other one left?"

"Yes, Master. Hamil brought her to the taxi stand!"

I was referring to the woman I had s*x with. I never let my men bring those women home for they always misunderstood my intentions. The intention of a second meeting or another round!

"Very well. You have a new task!"

"What is it, Master?"

"Clean the empty room. Someone will occupy that from now on!"

The guard squinted his eyes, I could see his forehead scribbling a big question sign, "Why?!"

The woman in front of me was just quietly listening. But I noticed her head move sideways like a cat following a ball of yarn.

"Coz I have gotten a slave!" I sneered.

"Slave?! Who?" I heard my bodyguard ask inwardly and was shocked when I answered his question.

"This stray of a woman, right here!"

"What? Me?!"

Two words with one YES answer but my slave had never heard for she already passed out.