I was in trouble. I knew I was in trouble.
"I, I just don't"
"You don't know how,'' He chimed in, looking down at me. "Shift!''
I gasp, feeling tears preak my eyes. "Come on little one, shift!'' He repeats, his voice filled with mockery. Tears cascaded down my cheeks that instant. I felt belittled in his presence. Broken. Insignificant. He was mocking me. He knew I couldn't do it and he was still mocking me.
"Tell me, slave, how is it that a wolf as old as you are cannot do the most basic things.'' He circled around me, causing goosebumps to rise all over me.
"I..I…'' I couldn't stop myself from crying and neither could I form a sentence. He was the death of me. His power, his authority, his superior aura, sat on my shoulders like a giant. Overwhelming me with so much fear that I could hardly respond.
Stand.''
My body follows his commands like a puppet. My knees unfold as I stand before him, my head remains bowed, avoiding those eyes like a plague.
"Do you know how much you cost me?'' He asked, as he walked over to his table. He sat down in his big chair, picking up a mug seated on top before pouring its contents down a tiny cup. Tea, of some sort. Steaming hot.
I shook my head 'no', still unable to speak in his presence.
"Your father, he's a greedy one.'' He says, as I clench my fist, hating how he called Fred my father. "The fat old thing hasn't stopped asking for more money. Making silly threats here and there.''
Of Course he had. It's Fred, for crying out loud. But it hurt me that I was the commodity in the exchange.
"Take off your clothes.''
"Plw…Please N…No.'' The words come out strained, flying out of my mouth before I bring myself to my knees again, overwhelmed by the need to submit.
"Why not!'' His voice is filled with amusement.
I remain quiet. Never in my life have I been afraid of another person as I was, him. Everything screams my soul into my body. It made me want to do nothing but submit. I feel his eyes printed on me. I can't help but feel that I want to run away. To not be here anymore. but as much as I think about it I just can't do it. He has so much power that he forces me into submission.
"Sooner or later I will take what's mine. And you will give it to me. You will beg me to have you. To feel you to the brim. To put a child in you!'
His words disgust me, but the will to speak up feels stripped from me. I wouldn't dare talk back to him. I couldn't risk making him angry.
"GO!!'' The minute those words leave his mouth, I am sprinting towards the door, opening it before I rush out that instance. I feel free the minute I walk out of that door. freedom that chokes me. however even in that happiness I feel like something was missing. like I needed to be in his presence again. like he was a drug and I was hooked. What was wrong with me? He was a horrible man who treated me like a slave and called me one. He was a man who saw me as property. a man who had bought me alongside other girls. That was wrong and horrible and inhumane. And even then his presence and his aura still surrounds me. making me want to run faster.
I bump into the strong hard body of the guards standing just a short distance away, causing me to stumble on the cold floor.
He laughs as he looks down at me, sneering at his other friend who was right behind.
"Carlos!'' The voice comes from inside the King's room, and the guard's face goes pale. He straightens his shirt, wiping a little sweat from his bald head before brushing his sweaty palms over his hips. He enters the room just a short while after that, and when he closes the door, nothing can be heard again.
I stand on my feet as I look at the other guard, we remain there. Holding our breaths. Waiting. It was obvious that even the guards were afraid of him. And it wasn't just because he was king.
When Carlos came out of the room, and gently closed the door, making sure it made no noise, he turned to me. He stared at me weirdly before nodding to the other guard.
"Let's go.'' the other one said, right before he started walking, and i followed immediately.
"How did you do it?'' The guard, Carlos, as was his name, asked me in a rather low tone. "Tell me.''
I looked back at him but he pushed me forward roughly, urging me to walk faster.
"The king has never, not once broken his own rule for any of the slaves. How did you get yourself out of running?''
The question doesn't only baffle him, but it surprises me too.
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