The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV(CONT’D FROM PREVIOUS CHAPTER)

“Wake up sleeping beauty,” a hoarse whisper echoed in my head and I felt moist lips stamp tight against my forehead. “Your prince charming needs you awake.”

My eyelids slowly unfurled to see the blurry image of Hermes’s devilish features so close to me, his warm breath tinged with a faint scent of alcohol brushing against my face.

The moment my vision cleared and his image appeared in full view right in front of me, I recoiled in shock. As I swung slightly, metals clinked and that was when I realized that I was suspended, my body weighed down by heavy chains that bound my wrists and ankles.

I freaked out even more when I realized I had no clothes on. That realization alone was enough to shake off the remaining drowsiness in me, making me instantly wide awake.

“Where am I?” I muttered with a weak whisper as my head suddenly grew heavy from the struggles and back-and-forth swings I did. “Where are my clothes?… please let me down. Unchain me.”

“Ohh, princess,” Hermes clucked his tongue, walking around me with a predatory look on his face. “I can’t unchain you. You sinned against me. And like I told you before, if you ever sin against me, you’ll be punished,” he spanked my bare butt before grabbing it with both hands and kneading it possessively. I shook and tried to break free from his brutal possession. But his grip was too firm. Too overpowering.

He planted two kisses on both sides of my butt cheeks and gave me one last spank before returning in front of me. I pressed my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut to suppress the pain.

Mustering the strength to look around to know where he was keeping me, I noticed the room was fairly large with barely any furniture and little openings that allowed natural light that made it dimly lit. The walls were made of rough concrete and the air was damp and musty, heavy on my nose and prickling my bare skin. It looked like a basement. The basement his sister had locked me up in when I first arrived in his castle except this one was much bigger. The castle was so large, I was sure there were tons of other secret rooms and passages.

Still tilting my head, my breath stuck in my throat as I caught sight of Lily held tight by two guards that flanked her. A gag put over her mouth muffled her screams and mumbles. Her eyes were red, bulgy and swollen as though she’d been crying for years.

The moment her eyes which were creamy with tears met mine, she budged and tried to break free from the guards’ clutch, her mumble growing louder beneath the gag. The guards took turns attacking her face with backhand slaps before gripping her tight. Lily stopped mumbling and stayed calm like an obedient pet, sobs of pain and frustration forming an ocean in her throat.

Confusion etched my features. I found it hard to believe. Hard to understand. If Lily betrayed me by disclosing our escape plan to Hermes, then why was he holding her captive and torturing her like that? Shouldn’t he be commending her?Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“I…I don’t understand,” I stuttered, facing Hermes. “She told you about my escape plan. And yet you treat her like this?”

Lily’s mumbles rose in pitch, cracking through the cold, musty air. When I turned to face her, her eyes widened and she kept shaking her head vigorously as though to tell me something.

“She didn’t tell me anything about your escape plan,” Hermes scoffed out a confession, walking closer to me. “I have eyes and ears everywhere, princess. She happened to tell one of her fellow maids who happened to tell me everything,” he broke out to a smug, irritating laughter.

Lily was innocent after all. That was what she was trying to tell me. A part of me knew there was a missing puzzle piece in my assumption after Hermes caught me. Even though she didn’t do the right thing by telling another maid, she didn’t deserve all this harsh treatment she was subjected to.

“Please Hermes,” I pleaded. “Leave her out of this…it wasn’t her fault. I planned everything and forced her to help me. Please just let her go.”

“You see princess,” he closed the remaining space between us. The moment his gaze fell to my bosoms, he was distracted.

He dug his filthy fingers underneath my bosoms, caressing them vigorously. “Damn! These are such succulent boobs.”

“Please Hermes,” I pleaded some more, wincing in agony from the effect of his vigorous caresses. “Just let her go. She’s innocent. I forced her into this.”

“Stop covering for her!” He looked at me with his teeth gritted. “I know how all these works, this isn’t the first time I’m dealing with a case such as this. So stop interfering with your pathetic cries. Guards!!” He yelled. “Take that bitch to the torture room and show her the special treatment we give to traitors like her.”

“No…no!!!” I turned to their direction, my muscles screaming in protest from too much wriggling in the chains. But I didn’t focus on the pain my muscles were feeling. I focused on Lily. Who knew what sort of treatment Hermes was talking about? As fragile as she looked, she may not survive it.

The guards wore a smirk that mirrored their evil intentions as they dragged Lily to the exit. She cried so hard veins bulged from her forehead and sides of her neck. She tried with everything in her to break free. But her strength was nothing compared to theirs.

Guilt spread through me as I watched them take her away. This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have involved her in this. I should have come up with a plan I could have carried out alone. Now, she’ll suffer dearly for something I had talked her into.

The next thing I felt was Hermes’s mouth on my nipples, biting and sucking them greedily. I felt every need to drive my legs into his crotch and kick his balls so hard. But the chains and his proximity restrained me. And even if I succeeded, that’ll only add to my punishments.

He snaked his hands around me and pulled me closer, caging me in his dominance.

“You’re so delicious,” his hand curled down to my clit and pressed tight against it, rubbing it vigorously.

I whimpered in pain and disgust, my breath escaping in short, quick choking gasps. Trailing lower, he stuck two fingers into my hole, Driving them deep as though he was drilling for a treasure. I clenched my jaw in agony, painful teardrops trickling down my cheeks.

With his fingers still deep inside my hole, he pulled away from my nipple and looked at me. His eyes glistened with brutal desire. An insatiable hunger.

In a swift move, he claimed my lips aggressively, sucking away my remaining breath. My life. But I had other intentions. I held on tight to his ravaging lips and bit hard into it for as long as I could muster. Hard and long enough to draw out blood.

The moment I tasted the salty, metallic taste of his blood in my mouth, I let go. He pulled off immediately with his hand on his mouth. Crimson blood stained his teeth and palms and I smirked with satisfaction, happy with what I achieved.

“You’re a monster. A psycho. A devil who should spend the rest of his days roasting in hell—” I spat at him but didn’t finish.

His face grew dark with rage and he marched to me, thudding my face with a heavy bout that sent me drifting into another darkness. Darkness I hoped was eternal.