The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV

I never wanted to come to this auction in the first place. Sebastian made me. I had a bad feeling about the whole thing and now, that bad feeling was playing out before me.

“If Sebastian doesn’t know the value of a pretty slave like you, I very much do,” while still holding me in such proximity to him, he smirked and leered at me like he did on the day of the auction. I knew that look. That smirk. It only meant one thing and that thing was what I hated the most. Hermes was a champion at it. But thank goodness we were in a public place.

“Please let me go,” I cried out, struggling so hard to free myself from his grip. I could already feel the pain slowly kicking in my elbow. “I promise to leave at once.”

He only looked at me and bubbled out a scorn. Just being so close to this harasser prickled my every being. At that moment, I was ready to do anything to get away from him. To get away from all this.

“Come here,” his hands slid from my elbow to my wrist as he turned to walk, pulling me along as though I was his dog on a leash. The sudden pull caught me unawares and the sole of my heels screeched against the broken glass pieces, almost making me fall.

“Help!” I screamed, looking at the crowd standing by for help. But they didn’t move an inch. They stood mute, just staring as though nothing was happening.

My blood pressure spiked in extreme shock at the thought of this. Why?… I was been harassed and dragged to an unknown destination by a violent man and they just stood there like million-dollar statures, watching it play out. Was it because he was their fellow ruler? Because it was his party like he said?

The skin on my wrist felt like it was about to peel out at any second as he hauled me to the back of the hall, panic pumping through my body like blood. Where could he be taking me?

I tried beating him off but he never seemed to falter. The more I did, the more his grip tightened and the sharper the pain in my wrist got. The only weapon I had was my screams but after seeing how the crowd out there turned their backs on me, I realized they were as powerless as a voice drowned out by a deafening silence, so useless. No one was coming to my rescue.

He stopped by a door and kicked it open. Pulling me in, he threw me on a large, plush bed and kicked it close behind him.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

As quick as I could, I got up from the bed and tried racing to the door but he was swift enough to block my part.

“Where do you think you’re running to?” His eyes crawled through my skin like claws and he licked his lips dangerously.

Ignoring him, I ventured further but he caught me and whipped my cheek with a powerful slap that sent me crashing into the sheets, the salty, metallic taste of my blood filling my mouth.

Hot tears stung my eyes and steamed my vision as he reached for my gown and tore it without effort. A gown that wasn’t even mine. The next thing I heard was the unbuckling of a belt. The sound of zip opening. This man was about to do to me what Hermes did to me. I thought I had escaped that chapter in my life. Escaped it all. But here I was about to relive it.

***

I lost my virginity most cruelly. In the hands of none other than Hermes.

After I woke up with that scar etched on the area his belt had landed, I still tried to run away but the door was locked as I thought.

I reached for the window in my chamber. Perhaps I could jump out. But on pushing it open and seeing the insane height, goosebumps specked all over me. There was no way I could survive it.

Left with no other option, I binged on the showers. I cried as the water ran through me, wondering what type of horror movie I had gotten myself featured in.

I turned and looked at the area of my skin where the scar lay. The skin there was damaged, sunken and pink. I tried washing it but the more I washed, the more the pain intensified.

I was still wallowing in the shower when the bathroom door creaked open. The next thing that came into view was Hermes’s naked, studded figure. His smile was devilish and his gaze was as cold as ice.

On seeing him, my heart split in two and I instinctively let out a deafening scream. The whooshing sound of the shower must have made me not hear him come in.

“Scream all you want,” he gently kicked the bathroom door close and prowled forward to me like a panther about to devour its prey. “No one is coming here. It’s just you and me.”

Aware that what he said was true, I stopped screaming and cowered back in fear but the bathroom walls betrayed me. The bathroom was small and could barely fit three people. And Hermes stood in front of the door, foiling my only hope of escape. Even if I did manage to make it out, the room door was still locked. I hated to admit it with every fibre in my body…but I was stuck with him.

“Hermes, please don’t do this. I don’t know if you’re still in there but it’s me…Brianna” I allowed my eyes to get shimmery with moisture, with hopes he’ll return to his senses. Return to the gentleman that approached me at the store, but all that seemed to hit a brick wall. The demon in him was too strong.

Closing the space between us, he turned off the shower. With his devilish eyes on me, he reached for my breasts. His fingers cupped and kneaded them as though he wanted to mould them into or out of shape.

I beat his hands off and his eyes burned like hell.

“Don’t you ever try that again,” he grabbed my neck and squeezed it so hard I saw my life evaporating right before my eyes.

“You’re in my castle now,” he planted a kiss on my mouth as I gasped for air that was eluding me.

“You’re all mine now,” he stuck out his tongue and grazed my lower lip with it.

I thought of kicking him in the groin to break free but after weighing the possible consequences of my action, I mustered the courage to restrain myself. I might be whipped with something that’ll tear my entire skin apart. Something I certainly won’t survive.

“You’re now my…sex slave and from today henceforth you shall call me ‘master’, ‘lord’, or ‘my love’,” he emphasized as he bit into my chin.

That confirmed it. I was stuck with a maniac. A monster. A devil who I thought was an angel with no way of escaping him and his hellhole.

“Now face the wall, bend and spread your legs,” he commanded with a smirk.

My eyes overflowed, the stream flowing down effortlessly and blending with beads of water on my skin. Trembling, I reluctantly turned for him and waited for the inevitable.

His fingers dug into my behind, holding it in position to his lower. I felt his rod push forcefully into my hole and my eyes squeezed shut to suppress the pain.

He shoved his massive cock deeper and deeper, the searing pain I felt spreading like a virus inside me. I gritted my teeth in agony and a heart-wrenching snarl resonated from my throat.

I tried to struggle from his grip but he growled and locked my behind firmly to his lower. He drove out his cock and plunged in again to the hilt, thrusting wildly as though to push me into the wall.

My breath now came in short quick gasps and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably from the impact of his wild thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom as water droplets splattered

I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain was too intense, too much for me to bear. Restraining my gasps, I let out a long scream powerful enough to shatter glasses but that didn’t stop him.

***

The Alpha king climbed into the bed in his bare anatomy, giggling sinisterly as he grabbed my hips. Reaching for my underwear, he tore it aggressively and was about to nudge my opening with his phallus when the door burst open and Sebastian stormed in.