Master s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV

The tears I fought so hard to hold back prickled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks as I stood naked in front of the mirror. Bruises and scars adorned me to the extent I found my body unrecognizable. Stifling a sob, I wiped the teardrops that escaped my moist eyes. The sun had just risen and it’ll be bad luck to begin my day with tears of sorrow.

Grabbing my hairbrush from my vanity table, I brushed my hair slowly, letting out a slight wince as the bristles untangled my twists. I sat down and applied makeup to conceal my black eye and the bruise on the side of my lips. Hermes always wanted me to look my best for him no matter what.

He threatened to pluck out the eyeballs of any other male including his guards who dared look at me with desire, and that was his main reason for keeping me locked up in his castle; to have me all for himself.

There was a tap on the door and I rose in an instant, sliding into my panties and a long gathered gown to hide the remaining marks on my body. I unlatched the door and was met by the red, bulgy eyes of one of the male servants who I hadn’t seen before. Hermes had stopped the female servants from attending to me due to how well I rapport with them in helping me escape. This was my second attempt to escape. And I failed. I always failed. And now I’m starting to believe I’ll spend the rest of life locked up in this hellhole with that psychotic brute.

Judging from the dullness of the servants’ face, one could tell he was denied a sound sleep last night. Hermes’s sister must have overloaded them with work. She was so hateful and inconsiderate and never cared about the well-being of others.

“Good morning, Miss Brianna,” he bowed slightly. “Alpha King Hermes has called for you.”

I groaned inwardly on hearing this. It was still early in the morning. The last thing I needed was another round of his defilements and insults and beatings.

“And where is he?” I asked, trying to mask my inner turmoil. Is he at the dining already?”

“No,” he answered. “He’s still in his chamber getting ready.”

“Very well then, I’ll be there.”

He jerked his head and left. Pushing the door close, I rested on it, biting hard on my lower lip till it throbbed like my pulse. I just prayed Hermes won’t land me with another slap or blow that’ll send me to the recovery bed again. It hadn’t been long I just returned from the castle hospital.

Hermes’s chamber door squeaked as I pushed it open. His inconsiderate sister was sitting on the edge of his bed with her legs crossed mannerlessly. She rolled her eyes at me the moment I entered. Ever since he brought me to his castle, she seemed to despise me and treated me as badly as him.

I ignored her scowl and darted forward.

“Good morning, my love,” I said with a slight bow. That word ‘love’ felt heavy in my mouth and for a moment, I regretted saying it. This wasn’t love if I was nothing but a sex slave to him, it wasn’t love if he would beat and insult me in the slightest of chances, not minding who or what was watching.

“A very good morning Brianna,” he replied, and I couldn’t help but notice a sinister smile on his face.

My brows lowered in suspicion. I knew for a fact that he always acted that way whenever I had done something wrong, and when I refused to accept it or defend myself, he would flare up like a blazing fire and punish me for it.

“Have a seat,” he screeched the cushioned stool away from the table that lay at the centre of his chamber, motioning for me to sit. “Have a coffee with me if you don’t mind.” That fake, dangerous smile still on his devilish face.

I looked at his sister who kept sneering at me, trying to hide her mischievous giggles. At that moment, I knew something was under the carpet. What could I have done this time? Who knew what they wanted to do to me this time?

I walked slowly to the stool, throwing momentarily glances at him as he kept feigning the smile. Before I could sit, my knees involuntarily crouched to the floor.

“Please my lord,” I pleaded. “Forgive me. Whatever you think I did… I didn’t do it.”

He scoffed and pressed his lips together in suppressed anger. He hated it whenever I didn’t admit my mistakes and pleaded for mercy.

My knees stung with pain as I dragged myself to him, begging for something I knew I never did.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

He pushed me aside and walked towards the door as I crashed with a loud thud, already on the brink of tears.

“Guards!” He screamed and at once, two stone-faced guards walked in, dragging a stranger whose head was bent low along.

“Hope you remember your sex mate, you shameless slut,” his tone was venomous.

My lips parted in shock. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Why would he think of me as a slut? Who was this man and why was he here? Hermes took my virginity. He was the only man I had ever been with. And he knew it too well.

“My lord,” I called out, trying to recover from the shock. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I am no slut…”