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Chapter 3 Sold

  • *Nameless POV*
  • I blink back my tears, my head spinning and heart shattering into tiny pieces. My spirits were so high a few hours ago because I could see the horizon. I was so close.
  • “Oh, don’t act out now. Consider it an honour that someone is willing to spend a dime on a worthless piece of trash like you,” Diana sneers as my tears roll down.
  • Rose stops polishing her nails and giggles. I don’t know why they hate me so when all I ever did was serve them.
  • “I must admit, he is definitely the sex slave kind of a guy. I really wonder what he saw on you though,” she sneers.
  • My heart is already bleeding. A part of me was hoping that my buyer is a madam looking for a slave to do chores around the house, not a man. Whoever it is that is buying me must have seen me in that stupid cheerleading formulation.
  • “You must have flaunted your worthless thighs for him to want you so urgently. Serves you right,” she adds.
  • It serves me right? I was just doing what the school made compulsory and this is how I get punished for it.
  • “Pack all your rugs, the car is already waiting to take you to your new owner. And don’t you dare try to run or I will squeeze the life out of you with my own hands.”
  • I nod my head and head outside. Beta Diana is the evilest and most feared person in the pack. The Alpha does everything she asks. I have no doubt that she would do as she threatens.
  • Betty is the only one who accompanies me to the car. Her advice to keep my body covered was spot on but I couldn’t avoid it. I can see her blinking back her tears. She really cared for me.
  • “I am sorry, child. Maybe your new owner will be nicer.”
  • I smile through my tears and give her a hug. I don’t believe that anyone who buys a sex slave can be nice, but it’s no use upsetting her.
  • “Thank you for everything, Betty. I will never forget you.”
  • She squeezes me and whispers. “You are a treasure, child. I have no doubt that you will win him over.”
  • I nod and tearfully get into the car. It is better and safer for her not to know what I plan to do from now on. One thing I am clear about is that I would rather die than be someone’s sex slave.
  • The driver has just started the engine when another car’s approached at a very high speed. The wheels squeaks before parking right in front of us, blocking the way.
  • I follow the driver out, maybe this is my salvation. Maybe it’s sign for me to fight harder not to go. Diana emerges from the house, really pissed.
  • “What’s all this commotion in my property?”
  • “Sorry, Ma’am, my master wants the girl,” the other driver responds and there goes my hope. Now I have two buyers.
  • Diana curiously raises her eyebrow. “She’s already sold, but I have a lot more slaves for your master.”
  • “My master only wants her. He will double the price they gave you.”
  • “You don’t say. Who is your Master?” My devil master is thrilled. She loves money as much as she loves power.
  • “Beta Carl Deen.”
  • My heart sinks, Carl is a pompous arrogant ass, who thinks woman were created to worship him. I saw how he looked at me before I went to take off those shameful cheerleading clothes. It’s a blessing that he has no Alpha blood or the whole pack would be doomed.
  • Rose is now in stitches, clearly enjoying the show that is my miserable life.
  • “Carl and Leon are forever competing, now they both want her. Amazing!”
  • My head is now spinning by the discovery that my first buyer was Leon. He is worse than Carl.
  • I can see Diana’s calculating eyes. That means I am doomed.
  • “Okay, boys. How about you work this out amongst yourselves and I will give her to the highest bidder.”
  • I listen in horror as the two drivers shout out their offers. I am being auctioned, it does not matter which one wins, I am doomed either way.
  • “Half a million,”a deep commanding voice shouts out.
  • My eyes widen before my head turns to see who made that offer. I already have a splitting headache, my eyes blurred by my tears. I did not even see the exquisite car that is now parked upfront arriving. The middle aged man on an obvious designer suit has a Gamma title but walks and talks like a Beta. The leather briefcase he has on his right hand is enough to tell me that he is not bluffing.
  • Diana is just as shocked. That’s a lot of money to buy a nameless slave, the two drivers are also flabbergasted.
  • “And who is your master?”
  • “He shall remain anonymous. Do we have a deal or not?”
  • “I don’t deal with anonymous buyers,” Diana’s firm intimidating voice does not seem to work on him. He arrogantly shrugs his shoulder.
  • “My Master can always buy her from whoever you sell her to, but you won’t make as much money.”
  • Diana looks at the two drivers, who shrug their shoulders. I guess they can’t match the offer.
  • “Fine, take her,” she gives in before grabbing my hand and pushing me towards him. She love money more than anything and I am just a worthless slave to her.
  • I dig on my heels, crying and begging her to keep me. She is the devil I know and I already have a plan for the future.
  • “I can’t be a sex slave, I just can’t,” I beg her.
  • Her nails sink on my arm before she whispers.
  • “Keep up with this and I will kill you.”
  • Her threat is enough to send me running into the Gamma’s car. I have seen her ruthlessly kill Omegas without a second thought.
  • The drive to my new master is quiet and haunting. Self-pity and doubt washes over me. I am a nameless slave. What was I thinking dreaming of becoming anything more?
  • “We are here,” the driver announces and my already pounding heart is now on my throat.
  • I am welcomed by a woman probably in her late twenties. Her jovial mood is so foreign and the complete opposite of mine.
  • “Welcome to the Tailor residence, Ma’am. Make yourself at home. Master Tailor sent his apologies for not welcoming you in person. He is attending to a prior commitment he could not cancel, but will join you in an hour’s time.”
  • I nod my head and thank her, my reception far from what I expected. No one has ever been so polite to me before. I look around the massive mansion, but I already know from the amount he paid from me that he is not in need of anything.
  • The only Tailor I know is Marcus from my school. He is a stinking rich orphan, a player and the second most popular guy after Leroy. Why on earth would he buy me when he could have noble girls?
  • Well, his reasons don’t matter, I will not be his slave. The guards at the gate will never let me out, so, my eyes scan through the meticulously trimmed colorful gardens. They spread out for a distance before coming to a halt in front of the high brick walls. Those are going to be hard to jump over, but I can do it. The thick forest a few kilometers away will be my sanctuary. It won’t be the safest, but the most viable option to get out of here.
  • “Ma’am?”
  • I snap back to find the woman looking curiously at me.
  • “There are rogues like most of forests, but they will never be stupid enough to come here,” she reassures me.
  • She thinks I am worried about my safety; I will let her think that. I flash her a weak smile and follow her inside.
  • “Apologies for my manners, I am Nora, the head maid. Do you need anything?”
  • Head maid? That’s the first I am hearing of. Omega, slave, or worthless trash is what I know, not head maid.
  • “I’m nameless, nice to meet you and I don’t need anything. Thank you.”
  • Her cheerful expression is immediately replaced by sadness as she blinks back her tears. I am stunned because I cannot think of anything I could have said to upset her.
  • She chokes on her tears. “I am so sorry. The whole thing gets to me.”
  • “What whole thing?”
  • “You, having no name and being a slave. I am sorry.”
  • I am taken aback; all this is foreign to me, and I don’t know how to make of it.
  • “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”
  • “You don’t have to worry. Master Tailor is really kind. He must like you very much and he will take good care of you.”
  • I flash her another weak smile. She really thinks the world of her master, but why would he be buying an underage slave if he was so kind? I don’t bother upsetting her with my question but ask for the bathroom instead. The sooner I am out of here, the better.
  • “Forgive me, Ma’am. Let me show you to your room. The bathroom is also there.”
  • I quietly follow her upstairs and I can’t help but gasp at the massive Victorian style in suite. Even Diana does not have anything like this.
  • “Make yourself at home and shout if you need anything.”
  • I thank her, still shocked. I have slept on the floor in a shed my whole life and now this. It must be a trick. I close the door before formulating my escape plan.
  • The three bed sheets from the locker make a strong enough rope for me to descend through the back window to the ground. I run as fast as my feet can take me as soon as I hit the ground and soon find myself near the high wall.
  • It takes over thirty minutes for me climb and finally get over the wall. The razor sharps on the top have cut and pierced my feet and hands but I am no stranger to pain and blood. I will limp and crawl if I have to, but I am getting out of here.
  • My blood drips all the way to the forest, where I cash my breath and start again. East will take me to the human side faster but it’s through the thick shreds and a waterfall. The south is easier and plain but will take me longer. In the end I choose the fastest route. I have lived like a slave all my life. Beaten and battered, I survived. I can do this.
  • I chant the same thing over and over in my head as I push myself forward despite the blood heavily flowing from my right foot. The cloth I tied around it does not seem to make any difference. I can feel my energy draining but I must persevere.
  • I am a few meters away from the waterfall when I feel sharp pain on my calf and fall on the floor with my head spinning. The serpent crawling away must be the reason for the pain and my spinning head. To think I was worried about rogues. I hope it’s venom is not lethal, I still want to meet my wolf and know who I am, but if it is, it’s better than being a sex slave.
  • My eyes are giving away, body shutting off when I spot him again.
  • “Don’t leave me, please,” I manage to murmur.