Author's POV:
The sun was totally out in its full capacity, shining like it was warring against the city and its inhabitants when Olivera and her best friend, Jeremy, walked tiredly into an open field filled with a large amount of bricks and sand, and of course, labourers.
"I'm thirsty." Olivera muttered, wiping off bead of sweats from her forehead. She could also feel a pool of sweat at her armpit and chest region. She needed water, to drink and to swim. She needed to cool off.
"We will find water soon, perhaps from the man." Jeremy replied, swallowing his spittle to quench a growing thirst. He hadn't even be sure of his words. He just wanted to make her hopeful. A hopeless Olivera was not needed now.
"Okay. What are they doing?" She asked, referring to the labourers working their strength out in the field.
"Seems they are building something." Jeremy noted, citing the throng of labourers working effectively, mixing sands, breaking bricks; though some sighs of fatigue could be seen on their faces. He could also tell that they were prisoners, this was part of their punishment; working endlessly for the Alpha till he releases them, if he ever would.
And for this, he was scared; but he didn't let this known to Olivera yet. Her last seizure attack had been too nerve wracking for him.
"Wickedness.." He muttered, as he saw the silver bracelet on each of the labourers' arm.
"Did you say something?" He heard Olivera ask, and shook his head negatively.
"No, I didn't say anything. It must be the wind." He replied, looking ahead,into the field; fearing for their lives. The silver bracelet was to weaken and cripple the strength of werewolves. In larger amounts, it could kill them off. He doubted it would have any effect on Olivera though. But then, He wasn't seeing any female yet. Were there no female prisoners? or were they given some other work. He thought, hoping for the latter. He didn't think, he could bare to see Vera doing this strenuous work. She wouldn't last three days.
"Yeah, it must be." Olivera said, noting the far away look on her best friend's face.
"Penny for your thoughts.."She asked with a smile.
"Nah,it's nothing." Jeremy mentioned, putting up a faux smile, which of course Olivera noticed.
"At least we are together." She said finally, locking their hands together, already putting up herself ready for whatever the Alpha of the pack would throw to them.
She had of course heard stories of the ruthless Alpha of the Dark Shadows Pack.
His name rang far and wide the whole continent in werewolf regions. It was rumoured that he had affliation with notable humans, that is, president and governors, and that kind of calibre. He was known for his all round fighting and business skills, and then his ruthlessness; she had heard one time that he had wiped off an entire village of humans because their king had disrespected him. And how could she forget? His love and disrespect for women. He treated them like trash, but of course they don't care.
She had heard tales of his pride and riches. He was handsome too. She had heard. Girls falling over him, daily. Girls of different calibre and realms.
She couldn't wait to have glimpse of him. To see whether the stories about his beauty and build were true. Perhaps he might even notice her. She thought, now in the fantasy realm. Perhaps he might like her.
"What!" She suddenly shrieked as she snapped herself out of it, smacking her forehead, totally forgetting that she was still with Jeremy.
"Olivera, what is that?" Jeremy asked, his face clothed with sheer worry and concern.
"Nothing. Just some useless thought trying to have its way in my head." She said, with a shrug.
And Jeremy laughed.
"You were fantasizing again?" He queried, finding it funny but okay, that her mind could conjure up fantasies in this perilous time.
"No, I wasn't." She lied vehemently, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, yes. You were. Tell me about it." He said, actually curious to hear; curious to hear anything that would take his mind off an impending doom.
"I said it's nothing." Olivera whined, trying but failing to hide the blush which painted her cheeks red.
And Jeremy noticed. He always did.
"What the hell were you thinking that got your cheeks red as tomatoes? He asked, laughing out loud.
"I told you nothing." Olivera stubbornly said, secretly happy that Jeremy could laugh.
She was totally aware of their bad situation, even though her best friend had been trying to reduce the effect for her. She also knew that the labourers working in the field were all prisoners.
"You finally made it."
A voice said, cutting into their thoughts.
It was the man that had led them out of their cell. When had he come here? She thought. She never noticed.
"Yes." She heard Jeremy say, and sighed. This was it. Their enlistment into slavery.
"Good. So..."
The man was saying, before motioning Jeremy with his eyes, that he didn't know his name.
"Jeremy." Jeremy answered. "My name is Jeremy."
The man just nodded, before casting a glance at the girl whom he thought was unfortunate enough to be here, apart from her frail nature.
"My name is Olivera." She muttered.
"Okay then. Jeremy..you see those people out in the field. You will join them to work daily. If you behave well, I won't have to make you wear the silver bracelet." He said, staring at Jeremy.
"I will behave well." Jeremy replied, his lips quaking at the thought of doing this hard labor, everyday of his life.
"Off you go then." The man said, eyeing the interlocked hands of the duo in front of him.
Their hesistation to part ways, almost brought a smile to his face. It reminded him of someone, somewhere, in a better place.
"Are you mates?" He asked, looking at them unassumingly.
"Not really." Jeremy answered, unentangling his hand from Olivera's reluctant one.
"I would be going now." He said, actually referring to Olivera, and walked away towards the worksite.
" Can I go with him?" Olivera asked, while watching her best friend walk to the worksite.
But the man smiled.
"You can't work there. You won't last for long." He replied.
"I'm strong. I will last." She said, her eyes totally involved in the plead, her thirst totally forgotten.
" No, you won't. Don't worry. You will see him at the end of each day." The man said.
" Okay." Olivera muttered, even though she thought 'the end of the day' was too far.
"Follow me then." The man said, before walking away, towards the other side of the field.
Olivera's POV: I soughed for the umpteenth time as I trailed behind the strange man tiredly. Are we really going to another part of the earth? I thought, feeling very jaded from all the walk. I was sure we have been walking for three hours. I knew it's a total exaggeration, but c'mon it felt like ages, and I was very thirsty. "Stop whining. We would soon be there." The man said suddenly, startling me to a halt. Does he read minds? I questioned myself, staring at the back of the man's head like I could see through it. He was still walking, not turning back even for a second. "Be fast. The earlier, the better." He added, still walking, looking straight ahead. I shrugged off the creepiness, and followed him, deciding to ask him some questions. He had been quite lenient with me; and I didn't think it would hurt to prey on that. "Hello...I don’t know your name. could you tell me?" I asked, gathering strength from an unknown reserve to keep up the walk. I was sure he wouldn't carry me
Olivera's POV:It was a smaller field, than the one Jeremy was working at, and as I walked behind Leonard, I wondered what my work here would be.We walked for a couple of more minutes across the field till we came upon girls in the same funny attire in a very large opening in the field, numbering not less than thirty, wheezing around, involved in one activity or the other, ranging from washing to cooking to threshing, and they all acted like we weren't there, like we were invisible.I was already uncomfortable with the atmosphere, sensing a brewing trouble."This is simpler than Jeremy's work, but still tasking." Leonard said, interrupting my thoughts." Yeah." I muttered."But why are there so many clothes?" I asked, noticing the large heaps of clothes which I was sure was dirty, standing by the corner of a girl, who couldn't be more than 17 years of age.Was she going to wash all that? I thought, still waiting for an answer from my captor."Clothes of pack members. I think I should
Author’s POV:Olivera walked behind the woman steadily, her head and chin up high, depicting a confidence she was sure that she didn’t have, while her eyes darted all around the field, taking note of the girls of varying ages doing one hard work or the other, donned in light brown gowns that stopped nearly at their mid-thigh. A welcoming plea for sexual abuse. She thought. She wouldn’t be surprised if the girls had had experiences of molestation; the gown left nothing unrevealed especially whenever the girls bent down to pick up something. They might as well be sex slaves.She came to an abrupt halt when she saw a little girl of about five years in the same garment, pushing a truck filled with sacks of grain. Did the wickedness of this pack and its Alpha have no limit or end? A girl of barely five years old too?! She couldn’t wash her own socks at that age. What manner of slave ship is this? She thought, her heart breaking at the sight, especially as she saw the little girl fall on he
Author's POV:Olivera straightened the invisible creases on the short thin gown with her fingers, sighing all the same. She was a slave. The realization soaked her in and out.But for how long? Would it be forever?A step at a time. She thought to herself as she took in a deep breath, and let out some more.She will survive. She has to."Are you planning on sleeping in there?" She heard her taskmaster ask with a loud voice, and gulped in saliva. This was it. Her work has started.Sighing again, she turned the knob of the door and walked out, her face down, her eyes concentrated on a dark brown stain on the waist band of the gown.She jerked her head up as she heard the woman cuss."You don't even know how to wear a gown? Are you serious right now?" The woman asked, as she trailed her eyes all over her."I..." Olivera stuttered, then shut her mouth. She wasn't sure of what her crime was. "Come here." The woman ordered, and Olivera stilled at first, unsure of why the woman was calling
Olivera's POV:"Have a seat." The man called Nick, said to me as he sat on a stool close to the wall opposite me.I obliged, and took a seat on one of the sofas in his sitting room, mainly because he looked and sounded kind.But I wasn't stupid to think that every member of this evil pack was the same. After all, their alpha was evil himself."How did you come here?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest.I paused before answering his question, knowing that he was expecting a narrative on how I had managed to find myself in the wrong pack at the wrong time, that is if any time was right."Our pack was attacked. I was escaping with my best friend when we were hijacked by members of your pack. End of story." I said, picking up to courage to look at him, since he was the only person in this pack, apart from Leonard, interested in knowing about me; not that I have met a lot of people here though.When I had been coming with my taskmaster, Rose, we had walked through the other side o
It all made sense now.The herbs and the plants all over the place. It made sense that he was the Pack’s doctor. It just hadn’t made sense to me that such a person would want to talk to a slave in a kind manner.The woman hadn’t noticed me yet. Her head was still lowered. I could sense the amount of sorrow she was drowning in. The child must be a special one or an only child. I thought.“Let’s go.” I heard Nick say and turned sharply to stare at him.I caught his eyes on me.Had he been referring to me or the woman?Already the woman was standing. But he was still looking at me.“Is she coming with us?” I heard the woman ask; her question echoed my exact thoughts. But I could hear the skepticism in her voice. I knew then that I shouldn’t be running rounds with a doctor.“Yes, she is,” Nick replied, and I balked. Was this man trying to put me in trouble?Turning aside to look at the woman, I could see her reluctance in the drooping down of her shoulders, and in the scrutiny of her gaz
"Let me have the bag." Nick said to me as he stretched his hand toward me. I nodded, already sliding the bag off my shoulder, although my eyes were still stuck on the little boy who seemed to be in some kind of agony. His mother stood at the far corner of the room, darting her eyes between us and her son. Shouldn't she be sitting closer to him? I thought, whilst stretching the medical bag to Nick. I stretched the bag towards him, but before he could collect it, a loud voice boomed across the room, causing me to shudder and drop the bag to the floor. "Who let in a dirty slave near my son?" Immediately, I shut my eyes tightly, partly from the fear of what would happen next, and the consequences of the crack sound I had heard when the bag had fallen to the floor. Something had broken, and I felt so guilty and afraid. I was sure that Nick would have my head for whatever it was. So much for concentration. "Stop bellowing Mark. You have frightened the girl into dropping my medicine ba
We have been working for three hours now on a stretch, or rather Nick has been doing so, while I had just stayed close and watched, making sure to pick up some details which might be important in the nearest future, since I had more of a photographic memory; one good thing that the goddess blessed me with at least, and which had helped my transition into the nerd’s base during my high school days.The boy was sleeping now, as Nick ran a purplish liquid around his skin like a snail. Perhaps, to cover up the sores or something. I’m not sure.Before we had started the treatment though, Nick had made sure that we had taken a potion from a small bottle. According to him, the sour liquid was supposed to make us immune to the plague. I had almost asked him why he hadn’t made it in large quantities and distributed it to the whole pack. That way, the plague would be curbed. But you know me, I had kept shut, waiting for the right time to broach the topic.“We are done now.” Nick stated after he