Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Milo’s POV

I must have dozed off somewhere along the way.

The exhaustion, the constant fear and suspense of what awaits me. It had finally dragged me under a restless sleep. But my moment of escape was ripped away by the sharp snap of a harsh commanding voice.

“Get up.”

The hard voice jolted awake, with heart pounding hard against my ribs, I tried to process my new surroundings.

In a blink of an eye, the fierce man, the one who had dragged me out of my home, was standing by the car door, his sharp gaze pinned on me like a predator eyeing weak prey.

I swallowed hard. my throat going dry.

I had not seen when he moved. One time, he was sitting at the driver's side ,the next, he was opening the door and breathing down on me like a raging beast.

Stepping out of the car, I felt my jaws drop in awe at the magnificent view before me.

The car was parked in front of a massive mansion that was built like a fortress. It's dark stone walls seemed to glow under the moonlight. 

Armed guards dressed in dark black uniform flanked the entrance, like trained puppets. their eyes following my every move with a predator gaze that sent chills down my spine.

It was nothing like how my pack was. The suffocating smell of wealth could be perceived just by inhaling the air, but there was something mixed in between, it was like chains that wrapped upon everybody who ever stepped foot here.

I suddenly wanted to turn round and bolt to the surrounding forest that loomed around the mafian pack.

I realised in shock that I wasn’t just coming as a pet.

I was a spectacle.

An animalistic growl snapped me out of my thought, and before I could react, a hand shoved me forward. The sudden movement sent me stumbling forward unceremoniously.

I barely had time to steady myself before his thunderous voice came from the fierce man.

“Move, before I make you!”

I forced my feet to obey, carrying the heavy dress with my hands to prevent it from tangling around my legs as I struggled to keep up with his long strides.

As we went deeper, the air became even more saturated with the scent of blood.

My stomach twisted. 

I wanted to hide my face in shame, to run away from the thousands of pairs of eyes that continued to follow me like I was done sort of a valuable property for their leader.

I went through the different etiquette peculiar to ladies that our household Nancy had taught me with the little time I had. 

 There was no turning back now, I said, staring at the looming door blocking my vision.

The door was swung open, an even more grand and luxurious hall was just in front of me. The hall was bathed in a golden refreshing light despite the gloomy and dark outside. Beautiful chandeliers hung round the ceiling. and the walls lined with paintings of beasts and monsters that looked so alive I cringe just from mere staring at it.

But that was not all.

I looked up to the throne area.

I froze.

To call him a god was doing injustice to the otherworldly figure that was seated on the lush diamond decorated throne. He looked like he had just come out of a sinful stripper's wet dream. 

He towered over me like a mountain. Over 6,2 tall and dark skinned, and a frightening tattoo hat started from his neck and ran down only to disappear under his golden robes.

He looked every inch like a king.

“Kneel”

My daydream was shattered by the now familiar harsh voice. I instinctively kneeled without wasting any time.

“I am so…sorry” I stammered while not daring to look up. I silently berated myself at my foolishness. 

I couldn’t believe that I was actually checking out a murderer. And the worst of it was that he was a man.

I am straight, or so I think because I hardly know what to do with a naked girl. It's not like I ever had the chance to date even the lowest girls in my pack.

A low growl made me look up, only to see an enraged face covering my vision. 

“I asked you a question?” he scowled at me, who was already shivering under his aura.

“I…i”

Twack! 

A painful sting spread across my cheeks as the force of the slap sent me sprawling on the hard floor.

Hot tears stung my eyes as I faintly saw the silhouette of the beast of a man trudging towards me in a measured step.

“Rule number one: Don't make me repeat myself.” He pointed out, raising my teary face up.

I forced myself to nod, but that only brought another hard sting to my other cheek.

“Rule number two: when I am talking to you… it's yes master” 

“Y…Yes master” I said amidst deep sobbing.

“And the third…” 

He made to continue, but a loud alarm immediately sounded. Plunging the merry guards who were enjoying the show into fits of hurried actions.

Before anyone could react, a messenger ran in “ We are under attack at the borders.”

Silence followed the messenger's call. Everybody unconsciously looked towards the mafia king, who was clearly unbothered by the attack. He was still holding my face in a hard grip as he was deciding which way would be better to strangle me to death.

Without warning, he released me, and I toppled to the ground, immediately curling myself over as I tried to bear the pain and humiliation.

But the mafia king didn't as much as spare me a glance. He was busy giving commands to his men who were already on the move.

By the time he was done, only him and the man that had come to take me, who is suspected was his right hand man, was only remaining in the now empty hall.

“Kneel” he commanded, 

And like a bullet, I shot to my knees while keeping my face down submissively. Just like how a pet would do.

“I see you are a quick learner” he said, bending down to my level. 

“Look at me” he growled, I flinched at his raised hands, but it didn't go to my cheek this time, rather he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back in a painful way.

“From now on, you are my pet. You will answer only me, and if you want to keep your little pathetic life, you do as I say else…” he trailed off.

A bone-chilling fear came over me. My body was unconsciously shaking despite my mental screams not to. 

“Y…Yes master” I blurted out instinctively, biting my lips, but it was already too late.

“Good, that's the reaction I expect to see” he smiled, as if he was enjoying my little suffering.

“I will leave now to welcome some stupid imbecile that thought it wise to make noise in my territory” he clenched his fist in anger, unknowingly pulling my hair further back.

“If you want to keep your life, I want to see you naked, with your ass raised up, waiting for me like a little Dog you are…”

“Yes master” I said, trying as hard as possible not to make noise from the blinding pain coming from my scalp.

He released me before walking out with his right-hand man, who has been silently watching the whole drama.

I scampered to get up, “mast…” I tried calling him, but the sound of the loud doors closing vibrated through my already tired bones.

My eyes widened in fear, my heart was pounding in fear, and adrenaline.

What was I supposed to do?

Where was I going to go from here?

The king had only left a command to me without any information.

Was this Part of his twisted games?

I managed to stand up, cleaning my tears as I looked around. 

I needed to find my way out. 

If I wanted to keep my life in his hellhole, the first thing was to never disobey his commands.

first-hand teaching, I learned the hard way.