(DAMIEN'S POV)
I was in my room getting ready to go to school when I realized why do I have to do my own work now? I have my very own slave. I stood up and about to leave my room when Dominik enter in the room, "Damien, are you ready?"
I pass him and replied while walking, "Give me two minutes." I headed to her room and found her sleeping on the floor on a mattress. She has covered herself completely in the blanket.
I strode into Rose's room, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The slave lay sleeping on the floor, wrapped in a blanket.
I kicked her gently with my foot, expecting her to stir. But she didn't budge.
I kicked her again, harder this time.
Still, no response.
My anger simmered, boiling over. I stormed into the washroom, grabbed the water bucket, and flung its contents at her.
Rose sat up with a gasp, her eyes wide, her face pale. The blanket fell away, revealing her disheveled clothes.
I laughed, amused by her shock.
"Get up," I ordered, my voice dripping with disdain. "Follow me."
Rose's gaze flicked to her clothes, soaked and clinging to her body. "Let me change," she pleaded.
I chuckled, my dominance asserting itself. "No. You'll come as you are."
Rose's eyes flashed fear, but she scrambled to her feet. Her teeth chattered, her body shaking.
"Follow me," I repeated, turning to leave.
Rose trailed behind, her drenched clothes clinging to her frame. I could sense her trembling, smell her fear.
In my room, I tossed her a command. "Prepare my clothes and shoes. Now."
Rose's hands shook as she obeyed, her eyes downcast.
I watched, satisfied. My slave knew her place.
I reclined on my bed, watching Rose shiver as she prepared my clothes. Her drenched clothes clung to her body, her teeth chattering.
A knock at the door broke the silence.
"Enter," I called out.
Dominik stepped in, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Rose. His expression darkened.
"Ah, Dominik," I said, waving a hand. "Perfect timing. Rose here was just getting my clothes ready."
Dominik's gaze lingered on Rose, his jaw clenched. "What happened?" he asked, his voice tight.
I chuckled. "Just a little...motivation. She needed to learn her place."
Dominik's eyes narrowed. "You didn't have to do that."
I shrugged. "She's my slave. My property. I'll do as I please."
Rose's hands trembled as she folded my shirt, her eyes downcast. I could sense her fear, and it thrilled me.
"Leave us, Dominik," I ordered. "I have work to attend to."
Dominik hesitated, his eyes locked onto Rose. I could see the concern etched on his face.
"Go," I repeated, my voice cold.
As Dominik turned to leave, I caught the silent exchange between him and Rose. A spark of hope flickered in her eyes, and Dominik's expression promised he'd find a way to save her.
I laughed inwardly. Foolish Dominik. He thought he could rescue her? She was mine now.
"Remember, Dominik," I called out as he exited. "She's mine. Don't forget it."
As Dominik left, I turned my attention back to Rose. Her trembling hands folded my clothes with precision, but her eyes betrayed her fear.
"Finish quickly," I ordered, my voice firm. "We have a busy day ahead."
Rose nodded, her gaze darting to mine before dropping.
I watched her, studying her reactions. She was fragile, breakable. And I reveled in it.
Once she finished, I rose from the bed and approached her. "Follow me," I commanded.
Rose trailed behind, her soaked clothes clinging to her frame. I led her to the dining hall, where my family awaited.
Leslie's eyes narrowed as we entered. "Damien, what's going on? Why is she...?"
I smiled, cutting her off. "Just a little discipline, Mother. She needed to learn her place."
Dave and Linda exchanged uneasy glances, but said nothing.
As we sat down to eat, I positioned Rose beside me, my hand on her shoulder. She flinched at my touch.
"Today, we'll discuss the upcoming ball," Leslie announced, her voice strained. "Damien, you'll escort Rose as your...companion."
I tightened my grip on Rose's shoulder. "I look forward to it."
Rose's eyes met mine, filled with desperation.
Dave pats his fist hard on table, "What do you think you are doing Leslie? Rose is just 12 years old and yourbson is also 16, not even mature enough."
Leslie leans back on her chair, "Don't forget that you handed us your daughter in vengeance, so we can do whatever we want and I don't think you have a right to object."
Leslie turns to me again, "Damien, though she is your slave but she needs to be dress nicely to present our pack and it's up to you that how you want to dress her."
I nodded again, "Sure, mother" I hate to bow in front of anyone, even I hate to bow in front of my mother but I have to act two more years to get this chair in my hands and then I will not let anyone talk in front of me or in my matters. My head turns to Rose again and she was literally shivering with cold. A smile spread across my face. I love when people feel helpless in front of me. After breakfast I stood up to go to school and Domink stood up to join me. We sat in the same car. Dominik was looking outside of the window. I hit at his thigh, "What makes you this sad? Are you sad because of Rose?" He didn't reply and it just added fuel to my anger and I held his neck and turn his head to me.
"You are feeling pity for the daughter of the person who killed our father. I am your identical twin. We look alike, exoect our eyes everything is same. I am going to torture her until I want and believe me, what I am going to do her is going to make her hate you as much as much she hates me because we have a same fucking face." I pushed him back on seat. "Now stop thinking about her and ruining my mood. You are one of us and you have to be like me." We reached school and I went off first and head to class.