"Ready my dinner." I heard him say while I sprinted out of his room in a lightning speed, both from embarrassment and fear. By the time I reached downstairs, my cheeks burned, and my heart hammered. I had been staring. I had never stared at a man like that before. Except at pictures of Henry Cavill, but that was another thing. And what was worse was that for a second, I almost admired his masculine beauty. I should hate him, loath him, abhor his mere existence for separating me from my papa and spewing bullshit about him. I didn't believe him. Not even the slightest. With each minute passed, and I thought about my father committing murder, I hated myself even more for letting myself get carried away into this. Letting out a sigh, I started towards the kitchen when from the corner of my eyes the mahogany front door caught my attention. A daring thought crossed my mind. Almost immediately my eyes shifted up the stairs. He was taking a bath. Undoubtedly he would require time. No
When my eyes opened the next day, the sun shone bright outside, the trees basking in it. I could even hear the sweet melody of birds chirping from the cracks of the leaves. It was a beautiful day. Only my life wasn't so. Dragging myself up to a sitting position, I groaned from the ache in my joints. Everything hurt, and I realized it became a daily thing. My nose scrunched from the stench my mouth and breath held. I looked ahead at the widened door of the bathroom. If the feeding session was a nightmare, then what came next was pure torture. All I could remember was bolting to the bathroom and vacating my stomach of the vile content I had forcefully consumed. After that everything was a blur. How many more times I threw up or how many times I fainted, I lost the count. Even my clothes smelled of that awful miasma. I glanced at the small clock that Nola left on the bedside table, and my eyes rose to my hairline. It was 11:27 am. Why did no one wake me up? Fear rushed through my vei
The tip of a hot finger traced along my jawline, before a masculine voice whispered into my ear, "Are you resting well, pet?" "Mhm," I responded, stirring in my sleep. "Well, that's not something I can let happen," he drawled. My eyes shot open and found two familiar silver ones staring back. They were hard, so much I almost missed the glint of dark amusement playing in them. I jolted to a sitting position on the sofa in the living room, sinking farther in as his hovering figure inched closer. I felt like the smallest creature caught in the headlights of a giant truck. He didn't say a thing, just stared. Though he didn't have to, because the daring aura surrounding him did all the talking on his behalf, and it didn't take me more than a braincell to know I got him pissed. I suddenly had the urge to chastise myself. How could I let myself fall asleep down here in the open? Then again I wasn't expecting him for another six hours considering he just left not two hours ago. Nonethe
"What?" I watched Tera wide-eyed, blinking. "You have exactly two hours to finish them," she said, seeming unfazed by my reaction. "Are you joking me?" Her lips pursed. "Do I look like I am joking? Get to it already!" I looked down at the piles of dirty clothes that must have come from at least a hundred people. Dried mud and traces of moss stained every single one of them. What were they even doing? Playing reptiles on the ground? Earlier Tera brought me to a new house. No, it'd be a mistake to call it a house. It was more like a mansion with four stories and probably two hundred rooms. Though its appearance was nothing compared to the beautiful hell I resided in now. Loud cackles came from the living room as a whole group of young men crowded there watching tv and snacking. Kids played outside, and women hurried around with their chores. Seemed like they all lived together in here. The pack house as they called it. This small town was as though a modern version of a tribe. Th
"Good luck."Tera's last words filled me with a dread so cold and edgy I had to stop myself from clinging onto her when she pushed me inside Hades' house and slammed the door behind.Turning around, I glanced around at the darkness, my heavy breathing filling the space.I thought Hades was already back. Then why were the lights turned off?Spreading my arm, I found the edge of the entrance table and tip-toed forward with its support. My other hand fumbled on the wall, looking for the switches. They had to be here somewhere.At that moment, I hated myself for not paying attention to them before.A feeling of something cold touched my foot, and I jumped a few feet away, a squeal leaving my mouth. Dread crept up my spine a little more, as I moved to the other side and groped on the wall once again, while sending prayers to the heavens.Appeared God finally paid heed to me when my fingers landed on the switch board, and overwhelmed, I pushed them all on.The house brightened up like the m
Have you ever felt guilty for someone else's crime?Have you ever lost sleep sympathizing your enemy?Have you ever seen all your life's beliefs crumbling before your very existence? I did.I stayed up all night watching the moon switching duties with the sun, yet I couldn't shrug the feeling of guilt from my conscious despite it being my papa's wrongdoing and not mine. It latched onto me stubbornly like a soul-sucking leech. Everytime my eyes closed, the entire scene resurfaced in my mind, tormenting me, punishing me on my father's behalf. I still couldn't believe my own eyes. Or my mind. Or my mind's eyes I wasn't sure. It could be a sheer hallucination. He could be using drugs or trickery-like something to manipulate me into believing his accusations. But...It all seemed so real. Felt so real. Like I was present right there when it happened. The sounds of gun still echoed in my ears, and the smell of blood lingered in my nose. And those lifeless eyes still haunted me. It was r
I gulped, slowly turning back to face an angry looking Hades. He was staring at me in a hostile glare, his lips curled and jaw clenched. His huge figure was seething with rage. "I. Asked. What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Room?" he gritted out. I gulped, freezing in my spot. "I-I... I was-I-" "Get out!" he snapped. A squeal left me, before I ran past him and out of his room. By the time I was in the kitchen, my heart was pounding in my chest and not from running, but from his mere presence. He always looked like he was on the verge of choking someone with his bare hands, and most of the times, I was in the center of that intemperate attention. And suddenly I wanted to change that. I glanced at the huge square clock on the wall in the living room. It was fifteen minutes till seven o'clock. My eyes widened before I ran to the fridge. Getting the food out, I heat them up quickly in the oven and set them in a tray. The clock hit seven right when I put the tray on the dining table, an
My eyes scanned around the golden-lighted room, spotting at least fifteen to twenty men sporting the leather lounges lining the walls. All cladded in extravagant suits and curious gazes. My nostrils filled with rich, masculine scents, like spice and earth combined with cigarette and whiskey, making me dizzy in the head.One look at them, and you'd know they were the wrong group of men to be near. I felt the heat of their eyes scorching me in all the places set in exhibition for the world. One of them even drawled up to his feet as he visibly checked me out. My eyes widened. Without another thought, I turned around, reaching for the door. Instead my face collided with a hard chest. The belongings on the tray rattled with the impact. A hand placed under mine, stopping the accident from occuring, and another wrapped around my waist, steadying me. "Easy there," a deep male voice spoke.I looked up, meeting a pair of dark blue eyes and a darker smirk. A shiver ran down my spine. Twisti