Hazel had one on her neck, shaped like a skull.
Hazel's entire body was sore after cleaning Helen's house and doing all the work. At first, she wondered if she should report it to Helen before proceeding to rest, but she thought against it.
Helen was always busy, and if she interrupted her to ask something unimportant, such as asking whether it was time to rest or not, she might just get another beating. So she decided to head to the slave's quarters.
It was a shabby-looking place; inside was an open space area with bed bunks all lined up, leaving no room for movement.
A congested mess.
As soon as Hazel walked in, some of the females who were initially chatting went quiet as they stared at her with disdain. Even amongst her peers, she was an outsider.
Everyone knew she held a position of high status in the past, and now that she had fallen to their level, they got a kick out of messing with her.
A large percentage of them said she was too arrogant because she didn't talk to them when she first got here.
Really?
How could she be all friendly and chatty, when she had just watched everyone she knew from birth get killed right in front of her eyes the previous day?
Even worse, she was forced to become a slave for the bastard that killed them, losing her freedom.
Now, that does a lot to someone's mental state, and most of them were too dumb to realize that, or rather they didn't care, as everyone had their own tragic stories.
Hazel ignored their looks and walked towards her bed, but a dusky-haired female was sitting on it. Her legs swung as she spoke to her friend on the neighboring bunk. This was one of Hazel's bullies. The brunette noticed Hazel but then rolled her eyes, continuing her chat, like her presence didn't matter—a clear provocation, and Hazel was in a responding mood today. Before she was reduced to this, she was a dominant wolf. The seal was what made her passive and quiet to those with power, but with omegas like herself, all forms of subservience went out the window.
Hazel couldn't be bothered to remember the bully's name, so she just called her based on what she looked like.
"Hey, Hyena face!" Now that got her attention, as she slowly turned towards Hazel with widened eyes.
"Get off!" Hazel said coldly, with no trace of intimidation in her eyes.
"Are you high? Who the hell are you calling hyena face?" the female asked in a threatening manner, but Hazel, unmoved, simply took matters into her hands and pulled her off her bed by the legs.
"Are you mad? You want to injure me?"
The lady said pissed, but Hazel ignored her, walking past her.
Pissed off by Hazel attitude, the female pulled Hazel back by the shoulder and slapped her on the face.
Hazel's head swayed to the side; her face stung. Now she's done it. Two times she had received a slap today, and she was fucking sick of it.
Hazel had a lot of pent anger restrained, and she was about to release them all on this poor souls.
Hazel brushed her hair upward and said in an emotionless voice, "Just so you know, you guys asked for this,"
The brunette scoffed, "Huh...what is this lunatic say--"
Before the lady could finish, Effie's palm landed on the lady's face.
It was fast and powerful, and it sent her target to the side, her momentum only stopping when she hit a bunk.
"You crazy bitch!" Hyena groaned yelled, holding her cheek.
"Yes, I'm a crazy bitch. What about it?"
Suddenly, the lady friend jumped down her bed and pulled Hazel's hair backward. Hazel winced, but she reacted immediately, poking the female eye with her fingers.
The lady was forced to let go, but then another one attacked and then another.
Hyena's face had many friends, and they all ganged up on her. It became a catfight with several canines ganging up on a single rabid dog who attacked like a maniac despite being overwhelmed.
Pulling, Scratching, Biting.
They were all omegas, which meant they had the same level of strength, but one was more wild and aggressive, not hesitating to use everything in her arsenal.
She bit on the back of her attacker, who yelled, staying clear away from Hazel with tears welling in her eyes. She moved her hand desperately to soothe the spot Hazel bit but couldn't quite reach it.
A sight Hazel found satisfying, despite being under a rain of assault, which ended when a booming voice suddenly resounded, stopping the females in their tracks.
"Have you all gone crazy?! What in the moon goddess's name is going on here?"
It was Madame Helen with a corded neck and a death stare, along with Kayle who gasped at the scene.
Those pulling and dragging at Hazel let her go, heaving loudly with roughened hair and a bloodied nose. Hazel looking the worst like a mad dog. A couple of scratch marks on her face and her clothes torn.
Helen suddenly charged towards them, her destination Hazel, who suddenly shut her eyes close, expecting a slap, but she felt a soft touch.
Helen cupped her cheek, and Hazel's eyes opened in surprise.
'Eh why?'
She was expecting a slap, not for Helen to check how badly she was hurt.
Helen then turned to Effie's aggressors, and her glare sent them looking at the ground like scared puppies.
"All of you on your knees," she ordered, and the girls obeyed immediately.
Hazel was beginning to sense something wrong. It didn't make sense that Helen was treating her like a prized possession.
"Take off your clothes," Helen suddenly said, and Hazel double-blinked,
"What?"
Helen slowly tilted her head, her cold eyes boring at Hazel, "Don't make me repeat myself."
Helen said in a tone that demanded compliance, and Hazel knew it wasn't wise to test her patience.
Hazel reluctantly took off her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties on, and then Helen began to inspect her body.
Once Helen was done, she said, "You...you better get rid of your injuries by tonight or else--"
Or else what? Hazel was tempted to ask, but the fear of being hit stopped her. She was quite surprised Helen hadn't slapped her for questioning her order earlier.
"Kayle you know what to do. Help her with her wounds and make sure she's prepared," Helen instructed and Kayle nodded with a serious expression "The rest of you follow me," Helen said to the females on their knees. "If you have the strength to fight, then you haven't done enough work, and I have the perfect job just for all."
The ladies winced silently, knowing Helen was about to show them hell. They gave Hazel death stares as they followed Helen out, but she didn't care about them, only finding out what is going on.
"You should envy them," Kayle said, walking towards Hazel, with a grin that conveyed secrets. "What do you mean by that?" she asked as she wiped the blood off her nose.
"Oh, Hazel don't tell me you still don't understand what's going on," Kayle said rubbing Hazel's delicate skin with her fingers.
"Didn't you hear, your services are needed tonight?"
"Tonight?" Hazel repeated not understanding what she meant.
"Of course," Kayle said with a gleeful smile, "You've been granted a huge honor. You should be happy," Hazel frowned wondering, what the hell was she talking about, but then all of a sudden it hit her and her eyes widened.
"No, it can't be!" Hazel exclaimed as she felt a quiver in her stomach, her chest tightening. "Seems like you've figured it out already," Kayle scoffed, "That's right Hazel, you've been chosen to..."