It was yet another day, Heather woke up and was upright for a while. The man with her had not yet woken up yet, guess he just knocked out after yesterday's trouble. The door opened and she got up, it was a different man this time. He looked taller than the usual one and his hair was low cut. 'Get in line!' he ordered so loudly that the man that was deep in his slumber sprang up immediately. He nearly fell down since he was still dozed. Heather stood Infront and the man stood behind her. Ten people came out of this room yesterday, but today only two. She wondered how many would survive to ARC.
They were taken to the assembly hall. Heather couldn't believe her eyes, when she got there and saw barely 10 people. The number was reduced so much, were all those people to be eaten one after the other? 'Stand in a horizontal line!' of the men ordered and they all obeyed. Someone came before them 'You are all the recruits that passed the test, but passing the test is only a leverage to stay alive. Other things are going to be determined by that test according to the results of the test. There are various positions that you all with be fit in to be in this organization. The score board tells you your place.' the man said and scores were shown on a big score board. One's score, name and position was shown on the board.
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Richard Greenfield- 78- defence
Michelle Landmark -67- Concubine
Calla Parkside- 80- General maid
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Heather Melvin- 87- Personal maid
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Heather saw the board, she was a personal maid, but whose personal maid was she? She couldn't bear being with any of them. Mayo was disgusting, Shawn betrayed her, Derek was dangerous and Inn, he was not an option. She could at least bear with the others but she couldn't imagine what it would be like being with that guy. 'No...me? A slut? I can't be a slut!! I am the daughter of the Jacksons! I can't be-' "Bang!!" The girl was shot dead on the spot. Heather flinched when she heard the gun shot. Just like that, another had dead right infront them, and it felt like nothing to those men. It was like nothing happened.
So May was right, the chip really does reveal sluts. She was rich but still a slut, you really can't hide your secrets from that chip.
'All of you now know your position and are going to be moved to ARC. It is now your new home, if you have plans that you haven't accomplished? Just find a way to accomplish them in ARC because you aren't going anywhere' He said and some men around sniggered. They found it funny but the recruit didn't. What sort of sick joke was that? 'Hold all your questions about your various positions, the questions will be attended to when you get to your respective points. With that? Get out of here' the man ordered and they were immediately taken out of the welcome house, heading for ARC. As they were directed out, two men carried the dead girl away and a lady came to clean the mess.
It was very refreshing to feel the breeze and calm weather of the outside once again. It was probably the last for most of them though. They were walking to ARC. They could see that ARC was very big, even from a distance it still looked big. They approached gradually ARC, it was really something. How could a building be this big? It looked like a five star hotel. It was tall and wide as well. Imagine if someone were to fall off the highest floor, that won't be good in anyway. The surrounding was clear and had nice ornamentation. It had a big garden with a water fountain.
They were taken inside the building and they were separated to go to their different points of call, but before that, someone came and whispered something into the man apparently supposed to separate them. They got separated, Heather and some other girl were made special maids so, a woman took them to the elevator to go to the personal maid quarters. So far Heather was relieved that she hadn't seen any of the Lords yet. But then, only the girl she was with was left at the quarters. Heather was taken further.
Oh no, what was happening? Had she been figured out? Did the Alpha Lord recognize her? She got so anxious. 'Ummm, excuse me please?' she beckoned lightly. It was a woman so, maybe she could reason with her. 'Yes Ma'am?' the lady answered softly throwing Heather off. 'Huh?' Heather uttered in confusion. 'You called my attention Ma'am' Again with the Ma'am? Okay maybe that was just how they greet eachother. 'Ummm, well uh, where am I being taken to?' Heather asked nervously. 'To you room, ma'am' 'What? Well uh, isn't that where we just left?' 'No Ma'am your room is on the fourth floor' 'Huh?' 'Yes ma'am' 'But uh-never mind' she didn't want to push her luck.
She remained silent till the got to the elevator and then to the fourth fall. The lady took her to one of the rooms on the floor. Heather kept thinking, why was she being taken somewhere else. She couldn't imagine how horrible it would be. When they got there, Heather squeezed her eyes shut. She was too scared to see it. She finally opened her eyes and was shocked.
Heather was shocked, the room looked like an expensive suite. She looked around cautiously, the room was of a comfortable size. There was a nice cushion and a table. There was a refrigerator, a beautiful chandelier with a comfortable, neatly dressed bed. It had air conditioning and a big mirror set with a chair. She saw Make-up set, different lotions, perfumes, and what not on the mirror drawer. There was a flat screen TV and small drawers beside either sides of the bed with lanterns. She entered the bathroom, a tub? And the walk in shower with glass walls? So many bath soaps and shower gels of different products, towels. She looked to the other side of the room and saw the walk in closet. She went in only to see so many clothes and shoes. There were jewelries sets as well?
Heather scanned the whole room with her eyes widen and mouth ajar. 'Wait this is my room?' she couldn't help but ask again. She was clearly missing out something here. 'Yes ma'am' the lady answered with a smile. 'Wait? Are you sure? 'Cause you know my name is Heather Melvin, you see, you might have mistaken something so uh-check again-' 'it is your room Ma'am.' Heather was speechless, how exactly was this supposed to be her room. She imagined something not even close to this. 'I will leave you to rest now, if you need anything? Please come us through the landline' the lady said and bowed? Before she left.
'Okay, what just happened?' Heather asked herself...
It took a while for Heather to got used to the idea of that was her room. She turned off her clothes and showered. She came out in a towel and wet hair. She used another towel to dry her hair. She stood infront of the mirror drying her hair then she recalled when she fell hard to the ground in the bathroom earlier and broke something. It must have bruised her. 'I have to treat it' she rumbled and sighed then, she suddenly recalled the place she was at and what the punishment could be for breaking something. 'Nooo! No I couldn't die...' she mumbled as she shook her head.
Her body shivered, with uneven gasps. She was so shook in fear that she didn't notice the hot liquid flowing down the back. She couldn't still figure out what was going on till. It still felt like a bad dream. She hissed in pain when she touched the injury slightly and went to the drawer to get an ointment, while looking in the mirror she applied some onitment. It was quite difficult, she kept hissing...then...she gasped as she felt something cold on her bare skin...she saw those beautiful grayish blue eyes, with long lashes. His hot breath from his perfect nose tickled her ear. His pink full lips were thinned to a line. All his focus was applying the onitment...for a second she was lost in the beauty of this man, she ogled at his image in the mirror for a moment, then she got herself and wiggled a little 'Stay still, I won't hurt you' the deep calm voice said. It made Heather freeze.
She couldn't move again, what was this man doing here? Her heart was pounding. She gupled and shivered even more. Why he going to kill her? And how did he get in? ' You recognize me don't you?' She asked with her heart still pounding. 'What do you think?' he replied after a moment, in the same tone with his head down. She gulped again, she was at the verge of crying. 'S-so you want to kill me right? That's isn't? You will make my life more than miserable, won't you?' 'Don't have time to waste on insignificant things' 'then why are you helping me?' 'a disabled maid won't be able to get any work done on time.' She was unexpectedly hurt, why did she even think he would help her. 'Your time must be very precious to you' she said after a rueful chuckle. 'I'm a business man, my time is really expensive. It's the only thing I can't buy.' She was thrown off after his statement 'But you can't buy life' she argued. 'Buying life means nothing, it's better you take it, that way you own the life forever' he stated with no emotion.
She was utterly speechless, what the heck! 'You are a monster' she mumbled in disbelief. He sniggered first then, said 'I'm even worst than that Princess' he whispered into her ears making her flinch and gasp, she felt her stomach churning out of nervousness. She felt very vulnerable and exposed. He was so close to her ear and she was still in a towel with water still dripping down her body. Her body reacted to the proximity she had with him. He was so close but yet not touching her, she could only feel his hot breath over her skin. It made her body unconsciously itchy and she had no idea what she was itching for-
'It's done' he said as he stepped back and began to walk away. 'Huh?' she uttered still lost in a daze, before she realized that he meant applying the onitment. She knew thanking him would be useless anyway but she still did. 'Thank you' she whispered audible enough for him to hear and he paused for a moment before walking back to her. She started shivering again, oh no she shouldn't have said anything.
He took slow strides back to her. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, what could he have possibly want to say? He go to her and grab her jaw effortlessly. She gasped and tried to get out of his effortless but iron grip. He didn't intend to choke her or anything. He just looked at her eyes, it was the first time he looked at her face since he entered the room, while she wiggled to get out of his grip. She gave up and stared back at him with angry eyes and slightly parted lips. His cold hands were over her jaw, her skin. It made feel jelly inside which got her more nervous.
'You're so navie' he said sardonically and released her jaw effortlessly but the force able to push her head to the other side. He walked out without glance back at her.
She could finally breathe. She held her chest while taking deep breaths. He recognized her, now what would happen to her. She was feeling very restless, more than she usually does, her heart was even pounding faster. 'What's this, why am I still nervous!' she looked at herself in the mirror. She was feeling chilly all of a sudden, the warmth she was leaving just now had disappeared as soon as he back away from her. She tugged her hair and rolled her eyes to the back of her head. 'Get hold of yourself Heather, get hold of yourself' she told herself countless of times but she still couldn't stop herself of thinking about him.