Chapter 6

• Samantha's POV
• I was pushed by the slave masters till we got into an apartment, it was the first beautiful apartment my eyes had ever seen. It was a luxury, seeing it only was a blessing to my eyes, the white sparkly walls and the beautiful well-tiled floor was appeasing.
• "Wow" I mouthed before I was pushed roughly reminding me that I was still a slave.
• I moved and was finally settled in front of a mirror. I took a look at my face in the mirror, it was as I expected, rough and dirty but I knew very well that under those dirt's, I still had that almost perfect skin that Granny had always loved.
• "Now take a look at your dirty and ugly faces, we can't have you all go have a taste of finest men dressed and looking like that, so have some decent clothes," one of the slave masters said.
• We were thrown clothes and pushed from bathrooms to bathrooms. I was almost moved to tears.
• Like these people are being like this just because they want to get us raped. They are showing us nice things all of a sudden to rape us.
• Well, you feed what you want to kill to eat, right?
• I got into the bathroom like every other one.
• I spent a long time in the shower, who knows when next I will be having this sort of luxury bath? Perhaps I will never be an opportunity to have it.
• I allowed the cold water to slide on my skin for several minutes, the water sometimes mixing with my warm tears that gushed out at the thought of Granny.
• Whatever was Granny's fate, it definitely could not be a luxury bath nor could it be being defiled, it could be worse.
• I was glad that no one interrupted my minutes of bath... No, it should have been up to an hour.
• I dried my body and put on the dress I was given, it was a blue gown that looked beautiful and decent but I guess decency is not something that the slave masters want from any of us tonight.
• "Cara" I called and she let out a whimper that made my heart shrink.
• I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked beautiful, better than all other days I have memories of, my face was now clean and beautiful, revealing the flawless skin that had always been hidden underneath.
• I sighed and opened the bathroom door to see.....
• "Nothing?"
• "There's no one here" I mumbled taking slow and quiet steps.
• "Maybe everyone had been taken away already, we spent a long time in the bath," Cara said, a hint of hope evident in her voice now and I reasoned with her.
• "If there is no one here then I... I can escape!"
• Without any further thoughts or hesitation, I raced towards the door and turned the knob, hoping to meet it open and it was.
• "It is open Cara, it is open" I mumbled in glee.
• I dashed into the corridors and was glad that it was all empty. Tearing away a part of the quite fitting gown off me to aid my running, I sprinted out of the huge house that I had been enslaved in all my life.
• I got to the gate and lifted the huge and heavy padlock but it fell from my hands and in a clumsy attempt to grab it before it would touch the floor, I ended up making it hit the metal gate creating a loud clattering noise.
• "Who is there?!" I heard a harsh voice ask, a voice I recognized to be that of one of the slave masters.
• I ignored the voice and pushed the heavy metallic gate and dashed out of the place.
• "Stop there!!" I heard a loud and harsh voice but I wasn't going to give up my chance to get away from this dreaded life and save my wolf side too
• I heard the gates bang behind me and I turned to see three men chasing after me.
• With fear in my heart of what could be done to me if I was caught, I sped up, making absolute use of all strength in my legs.
• "I promise you, Cara, we are going to survive this" I mumbled and that seemed to boost my morale as I quickened up my pace.
• It could have been a surge of adrenaline or something else but I felt that I ran faster.
• I halted momentarily on getting to the woods but a glance at my back told me that I had to go on. I ran into the woods, immersing myself in its darkness.
• I knew hiding was of no use, I would be scent out in a few minutes. I only had one option and that was to run.
• I moved deeper into the woods, with footsteps sounding behind me to remind me that I was still being chased.
• I finally saw a ray of light at the far side of the woods which indicated that I would soon be out of it.
• I turned back to look at how close the ones chasing me were but that was a huge mistake, I tripped and fell in a millisecond, crashing down onto the leaves with a small scream.
• I covered my mouth, breathing heavily. It seemed that I was glued to the spot, my legs were weak already with several scars from the thorns of the woods.
• A whimper from Cara brought me back to life and that was all it took for me to get back on my feet and continue running. I ran through the woods and eventually got out of it.
• A car was parked right in the middle of the road that the woods had led me to. I could see the owner of the car bent over the bonnet but that wasn't the issue now.
• I ran as fast and as light as I could. I opened up the booth of the car and fortunately for me, it was open!
• Without any further thoughts, I plunged myself into both of the cars, closing them gently after me.
• I breathed heavily inside the car and hopes silently that I would not be caught here and killed brutally like every other slave that had attempted to run away.
• My heartbeat increased as I heard the footsteps which I knew were of the slave masters. The footsteps halted for a moment.
• "Come out!" I heard an authoritative voice call out, the voice was cold and demanded a whole lot of respect.
• I heard my slave masters footsteps once more. I couldn't hear whatever was being said by the slave masters and this person that possessed the highly authoritative voice.
• Whoever was the owner of this car, I just hope he wasn't one of the slave masters.
• After a short while, I heard the footsteps of the slave masters once more and it soon faded away.
• My breath hitched as I heard another stable footstep moving towards the booth, I tightened my eyes, sweats breaking off my forehead and lips trembling badly.
• Then, there was a pat on the booth, thrice it came, with each sound ripping off my heart.
• The person moved again and in a few seconds, the car was moving.
• I let out a sigh of relief as the car moved.
• "Thank you so much," Cara said to me.
• "Welcome"
• But to me, this wasn't over. Who was this man taking me? And where is he taking me to? I even have no idea if he knows I am here or not.
• After almost half an hour of driving, the car halted and with it came a sudden jerk of my heart.
• The car door opened and closed and in a few seconds, the man was standing by the booth, I was sure of that from the sounds of his footsteps.
• With a sudden jerk, he opened the booth and my eyes widened, with my heart almost ripping off.
• He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen, he was dressed in black which even helped in emitting his powerful aura. My eyes moved from his waist side to his face, assessing his body slowly.
• Once my eyes met with his eyes that seemed to be emitting cold lasers, I looked away from him. I am a slave, I am not to look directly into the eyes of anyone else.
• "Who are you and why are they chasing after you?"
• " I... I am... I am...." I stuttered, not knowing what to say.
• He went quiet and the temptation to look at his face grew, I wanted to at least know what was going on in his mind but the fear of what could happen next made me keep to myself.
• "You are?" He asked again, a tone of impatience in his voice.
• "I a Samantha" I replied quickly.
• "First, out of my car" he ordered in that same demanding voice and I clumsily got out of the booth in a hurry, hitting my head in the act but the pain was better than the emotional pains I could feel if I had been taken away to be defiled.
• I stood a few meters away from him, my gaze on the floor while my fingers teased each other while I waited for his next words which he took time in uttering like his words were a prized possession, not worthy of a slave like me.
• "Samantha, too long. I'd call you Mantha" he mumbled and I found it pretty strange.
• With just three syllables, my name was not long but even if it was, calling me Sam would have been better.
• "Why were you being pursued by those men?"
• " I... I... I have no idea" I stuttered and heard him let out a small groan.
• "I want you to reply to me without stuttering" he groaned and I shook my head in a positive response to his request which seemed more like an order.
• "I have no idea" I replied.
• "They just found you and began running after you?" He asked but it wasn't more of a question, he said it in a way that made me realize that was almost stupid
• "Yes," I replied him.
• I didn't care how stupid this was, I would not reveal my identity as a slave, I won't let him know. Perhaps he would take me back there to the slave masters.
• "I'd ask again, why were you being pursued? And who exactly are you?" He asked.
• " I... I am Samantha like I said before and I... And I..."
• " I thought I said no stuttering" he cut in and I gulped.
• " I'm sorry" my lips trembled an apology.
• " Now the response to my questions... Without stuttering" he demanded, emphasizing the last two words.
• With my gaze still on the floor, I breathed in and out and prepared myself mentally for the lie I was about to tell.
• "I am no one, I am just a poor orphan on the streets, I tried to steal food and then those three men caught me and chased after me" I managed to construct a full sentence without stuttering.
• He didn't respond, he didn't say a word for a while but I could feel his intense gaze on me.
• "You're an orphan?" He asked and I nodded repeatedly.
• My eyes that were on the floor saw his legs move towards me and my eyes widened slightly. I moved backwards with a step.
• He grabbed my torn dress all of a sudden and touched it feeling the soft material which was also the most expensive ny body had known in his hands.
• "An orphan wearing such expensive clothes, nice" he mumbled, sarcasm dripping in his tone.
• I moved backwards slightly making the dress fall from his hands.
• "Now who are you?" He asked again.
• "I am not lying, I swear I am not. I am only an orphan, I have no one, I stole this too, I swear" I replied him frantically, hoping he would believe me this time.
• "Raise your head" he requested.
• "An orphan should not look into your eyes" I replied with my lips trembling.
• I felt his piercing gaze on me, his gaze on me made my already weak knees weaker.
• "Get back into the car"