CHAPTER 4~ A WARNING

As soon as the woman left the room, Marlie laid herself in the tub of water. Her hands were shaking as she used them to scrub her body, trying to get off what wasn’t even visible.

Every crevice, every corner…her nail dug even pass the outer layer of her skin, creating cuts that the water didn’t hesitate to burn, and when her hands reached between her legs, tears burned the rim of her eyes and her body slumped against the tub.

She hated this feeling, whatever it was…the feeling of being used and abused without her permission, it hurts…she felt as though she was now mentally weak even though she had once considered herself mentally strong.

Dropping her hand, she looked off to the bathroom walls. She was scared to even wash herself, he had scarred her; a deep wound that she didn’t think would ever heal. It wasn’t supposed to go as it did last night.

She had disrespected him, told him that he was repulsive, so he was supposed to kill her…however instead of giving her the easier way out, he had chosen to torture her…for this emotional strain was far worse than the physical pain she had continuously endured all her life.

And yet it was still not over…she heard what the lady said, and she wasn’t stupid enough to not be able to make sense of it. She wasn’t being moved to a ‘new room’, she was being moved to a new prison, one where she would be forcibly f*cked over and over again by that monster.

He had said it last night, spoken so confidently, and now Marlie clearly understood his words. They were equivalent to calling her his possession, he said them as though she was completely under his ownership, as if she was his personal chattel…

‘Today…I really didn’t come here to f*ck or breed anyone…but you’re special…I could’ve sensed it since the very moment I walked in. If one of them had ever touched you before I got the chance…they’d have been killed, and if I come back to this place and hear that you have been touched by someone other than me…even if it was against your will, you will die along with them.’

He was challenging her, showing her that she was just a slave, one that would now completely belong to him. She was special? Marlie chuckled to herself…she was special only because she was capable of being brutally used.

And he had used her that night, but Marlie wouldn’t give him the chance to do it again, she’d kill herself before that happened.

Her pearly blue eyes shifted towards the door when two knocks sounded from it. “You’ve been in there long enough, I believe it’s time to come out. I’m coming in.”

The golden knob twisted and as soon as the door creaked open, the woman from before stepped inside. “I brought a towel for you to wear while I continue the process of cleansing you. Your hair needs to be washed and styled and I need t~”

“What if…” Marlie gripped the tub as she sat up. “What if I don’t want to go?”

“It’s not a matter of choice sweetheart. Whatever he says goes which is why I’m forcing myself to do this. You’d better behave and do as told…I’m a human just like you and if something happens, even if it isn’t my fault, I will be killed for it…and my death will be in your hands if something like that happens.” She gestured towards Marlie. “Now get up so that I can finish my job.”

Marlie’s hands trembled as she stood from the tub, it was true…if a human’s job wasn’t successfully carried out, they’d be killed. There were no second chances, just claws to your neck as soon as you mess up.

Marlie wasn’t too keen on living, but her lack of will to survive shouldn’t be contributed towards the death of other humans who are trying hard to survive. “Alright, I’ll comply”

“Let’s begin with washing your hair.”

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When her hair was through with washing, instead of a towel, Marlie was dressed in a robe in front of a big mirror...something she hadn’t seen in the six years she was locked away.

She got to see a version of herself that she hadn’t seen before. Her eyes were still a deep and captivating shade of blue, but her red lips had gotten thicker. Her face was bigger, more mature now and if she remembered correctly, then she looked exactly like her mom did the day she was dragged away from her home.

Her mother had cried a lot that day, her eyes were just as swollen as Marlie’s, her hair was messy, her pretty face was mercilessly bruised, and she was screaming.

But no matter how much she begged them to leave her daughter alone…they had still taken her.

Sighing, Marlie sat down in the chair that was placed in front of her, pushing the old and almost distorted memories back. If she thought about it too much, she’d only dig herself into a bigger pit of sadness. It didn’t matter if her parents had loved her, and it didn’t matter if they still did. Their love couldn’t save her back then, and it sure as hell won’t save her now. “What will you do next?”

“I’m going to comb your hair, it’s horribly tangled in knots…I washed it earlier, but damn, it’s still going to be rough to comb. I’ll have to straighten it out, I’ll cut it shorter too…it’ll fit you.”

“Okay.”

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Marlie did not expect that simply combing hair could ever take this long. The lady had this electronic machine thingy that she’d put strands of hair in, heating them and when she was through with that, she had grabbed for some scissors ~something that Marlie desperately wanted to steal as a weapon~ and her hair was clipped at the ends until it was over her shoulders and then her eyebrows were plucked. It wasn’t a painful experience, but the wait was long enough to have Marlie becoming tired of sitting.

But now that it was done, she finally had the chance to stand up in the roomy bathroom, skeptically staring into the big mirror atop of the sink.

She looked like a different person. Her hair was cut way shorter than it was, it was now mere inches below her chin. “What…? I…”

“Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s pretty…thank you.”

“No need…I just did my job…The robe, take it off.”

Marlie undid the tie around her waist, then flicked the material over her shoulder, showcasing her nakedness. The lady nodded in what seemed to be approval before walking towards the door where a black bag was hung. She infiltrated it, taking out a panty far different and prettier than the ones she’d worn before. “Here, take this…put it on.”

Marlie did as told, her blue eyes then watching as she was approached with a black dress. “I’ll help you put it on.”

“Why…I…what about the clothes I use to wear?”

“You will not need them anymore as long as you remain favored by the lycan king. He sent you the dress, in fact there will be many more in your room…you will also be able to eat things you’ve never tasted before. You will be far more privileged than any other human who had walked this earth.”

“At the exchange of the only thing that I can treasure and call my own; my body. Living like that is not a privilege, it is a curse.”

“So you believe…but think about the other girls who are sitting in the prison you just walked out of…don’t you think they’d definitely hold onto this opportunity if they could get it?”

“N…” Marlie wanted to say no, but she couldn’t because she knew it was the truth. “B-Bu~”

“Put in your legs.”

Marlie did as told, straying away from an argument she knew she couldn’t win. The lady pulled the dress pass her waist, and Marlie stuffed her hands into the sleeves as soon as she was told to.

The lady zipped the zip at the back and then came in front to look at Marlie. “Fits perfectly, now put on these slippers and I along with two of these guards shall escort you to your new home. I do hope you’ll survive, it’s none of my business, but the lycan kings are heartless men, this one though; Zhander, he won’t hesitate to kill you, he has killed many of our kind for mistakes that could’ve been ignored. So be careful of what you do and say, I’m only telling you this because you’re a human like me, we could even unknowingly be family…heed to my warning.”

Fancy slippers were thrown at her feet and though they fit a little big, Marlie tucked her feet inside and followed the lady out. She wasn’t old, but she was older than Marlie, probably in her late 20s or her early 30s. That didn’t matter though, it was the fact that she cared enough to have given Marlie a warning.

But Marlie wouldn’t heed…she wouldn’t just give in…no matter what this new home had to offer. She had planned on killing herself, but now that she was sure she’d be seeing the lycan king again, she’d kill him instead.

Kill him before the baby that’d soon be in her stomach kill her!