The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV

The olive oil in the saucepan made a sizzling sound as I added chopped onions to it. Once they cooked well, I put in minced garlic and cooked the mix for about two minutes until it was fragrant. I was about to pour in the crushed tomatoes and peppers when the lights suddenly flickered, grabbing my attention.

“Damn it,” I said out of frustration when the lights continued flickering.

Since there was no one nearby to help with the fuse box, I turned off the cooker and decided to go check it myself.

I checked, and everything seemed okay to me. None of the wires or other parts were damaged. So, what could be causing the issue?

I restarted the main control switch, and luckily the issue was fixed. I went back to my cooking, and after adding the crushed tomatoes and peppers, the lights flickered once more.

“What the heck?!” I cursed and turned to look at the kitchen light bulb when suddenly the image of Hermes appeared right in front of me.

He had no clothes on, blood oozing from every part of his body, and his erect manhood.

Fear surged through me like adrenaline, and I instinctively pulled back, accidentally knocking the saucepan from the stove. The hot pan burned my skin where it touched, and the mixture spilt everywhere.

“You can never be free of me,” Hermes gripped the burned part of my hand, and I screamed in pain as his fingers dug deep, causing my flesh to tear and crimson blood to seep out. “Even though I sold you, you’re still mine. Wherever you are, I’ll find you, and I’m taking you I’m going to take you back as a sex slave. So get ready to warm up my bed as always, princess,” his lips spread into a devilish grin, revealing a mouth coloured with blood-blood from his guards that he killed and the innocent girls at the auction hall that he deceived

He kept getting closer as if to kiss me, and I kept pulling back, all while his fingers were still stuck in my burnt hand.

“No… no… never,” I whimpered, feeling intense pain inside that made me think I might die. The more I pulled away, the more I sensed the heat from the cooker flame on my face. My hair would catch fire if I didn’t act fast.

Summoning all my strength, I lifted my leg and drove my knee right into his unprotected crotch, wishing I had done that harder to smash those eggs in his scrotum. He stifled a groan, distracted, and his grip on my hand loosened. I seized the saucepan and smacked him on the head with it as he yelped out, baring his teeth in pain.

I tossed the saucepan aside, grabbed my bleeding hand, and stumbled out of the kitchen. The lights kept flickering as I staggered upstairs to my room.

Hermes’s voice echoed throughout the entire building as he searched for me. I could hear his footsteps right behind me.

“Come on, princess,” he chuckled in a mischievous tone. “You can run, but you can’t hide. Wherever you go, I’ll find you. You’re mine. I’ll always find you.”

I kicked my bedroom door open, slammed it shut, and double-locked it. Resting my head against it, I couldn’t hold back the sobs and tears that shook me. There was no way I was going to let Hermes take me back to that hellhole of his castle to repeat that nightmare.

I examined my arm. It was covered in blood and the burn injury looked like it was getting worse. I have to stop the bleeding or I might die before I can get away from him.

I turned around and froze, a lump forming in my throat. There was a lady in a pitch-black wedding gown by the window. Her hair was packed in a large messy bun and a black veil clipped in it.

I was super confused and scared. Who was this lady, and how did she end up in my room? But whoever she was, we needed to work together to get out of this place before Hermes could find us.

I wanted to run to her, warn her that this place wasn’t safe and that we needed to leave immediately. But then she turned slowly, and to my greatest shock, it was Catherine. Blood dripped from her eyes and lips, her makeup was eerie like one from a horror movie. She held a black withered flower, looking like she was possessed by an evil spirit.

“You…” she shot at me in a creepy, menacing voice. “You wrecked my marriage! You stole my husband! Because of you, he killed me!”

I was breathing so hard and shallowly, feeling like I could pass out at any moment. My heart drummed rapidly in my chest like it wanted to burst into a thousand pieces.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

In a flash, she closed the gap between us and held me tight by the neck.

“No…no…please…let me go…” I struggled to say, desperately gasping for air. “I didn’t do any…anything to you.”

There was a loud bang on the door, like someone trying to break in. That was probably Hermes. He found me and there was no way I could escape with Catherine holding me tight by the neck.

Catherine didn’t blink at all, and her grip on my throat stayed strong. Suddenly, her eyes turned pitch black, blood still oozing, and the flower she held turned into a dagger.

“Die you bitch!!!” while still holding me by the neck, she stabbed me nonstop in the stomach and I felt my life slowly fading away right before my eyes.

Just then, the door flew open, and Hermes walked in. Like it was planned, Catherine stopped stabbing me and pushed me against the wall. She stepped aside for Hermes, who looked angrier than ever. It seemed like they were working together, to my surprise.

Hermes gripped my throat, lifting me off the ground towards the window. I fought to keep my eyes open. With my air cut off, my heartbeat slowed, blood gushed from Catherine’s stab, and my body felt out of control.

“You dare hit your master?!” he snarled at me. “Rot in hell, bitch!”

He threw me out the window, and as I fell, they peeked out with evil smirks on their bloody faces as they watched me drop.

I kept falling, like into a never-ending hole. Then, my eyes snapped open, and I realized it was just a dream. I held my stomach, screaming, my entire body covered in goosebumps. I shivered from a feeling of intense cold, fearing I might freeze to death.

The cell hinges squeaked open, and Sebastian rushed in. I couldn’t tell if he’d been watching all along or just arrived. He took off his jacket, crouched, and covered me with it.

“No…. no…no…. no…. no,” I kept muttering shakily as he held me close.

His warmth and scent filled my nose, creating a comforting aroma. I held him close as if trying to meld with his body, burying my face in the depths of his chest and wetting his shirt with tears. Desperately, I gasped for air, breathing in the space around him.

“Shhh….,” he comforted, gently caressing my hair. “It’s okay. I’m here with you…. I’m here. It was all a dream. It was all in your head. It wasn’t real.”