Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
He let go almost immediately and backed away from her, his face devoid of any emotion. Standing up, he ripped her flimsy top to shreds, exposing her naked breasts to his cold, unfeeling eyes.
Tears of humiliation choked Danika’s throat. She fisted her wretched skirt to not to give in to the urge to cover herself from him.
His eyes didn’t change as he took in her body. No flash of lust. Nothing. Instead, he palmed one breast-the one with the aching, red, abused nipple-and caressed it. “Stand.”
She stood on shaky legs, staring at the ground with blurry eyes.
“Chad!” he barked.
She froze and tried to get away from him to seek cover for her state of undress, but the hand that held her breast tightened, stopping her movement-unless she wanted to risk more pain.
“Your Highness?” The big man entered, staring at his king.
“Take a good look at this slave, Chad. Do you like what you see?”
Chad’s eyes caressed her body, and Danika wished the ground would open and swallow her. But she stood defiantly, staring Chad squarely in the face.
Lust blanketed Chad’s eyes as he looked at her hungrily. “Can I touch?”he asked eagerly. Chad stared at the king again before walking out, and Danika discovered that there was a look in the man’s eyes when he gazed at his king. Not hate-no, not hate. But she couldn’t place that look.
“Guards!” the king called, but he didn’t raise his voice.
Two guards appeared. “Yes, Your Highness.”
His cold eyes didn’t leave Danika. “Tell the servants to bathe my slave once I’m done here. Get her clean and have her in my chambers in three hours.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” The guards were reluctant to leave because they her nudity enraptured them.
Danika focused on the king with anger and hate in her teary eyes, defiance in her stance.
He released her breast finally. “I will hurt you in ways that you will live and crave pain. I will do to you everything you and your father did to me and my people and more. I will share you with as many as I want, and I will train you to be the most obedient of dogs.”
The taste of fear was tangible on Danika’s tongue, but she didn’t allow it to show on her face. She knew all this would happen even before he came in.
His lips twitched, drawing emphasis to his scarred cheek. “I will break you, Danika.”
“You can never break me, you monster!” The words tore from Danika’s lips.
Her eyes widened because she talked back at him. Slaves do not talk back at their masters or there would be punishment.
He didn’t disappoint. The king grabbed the chain of Danika’s collar and yanked on it hard, and Danika cried out.
His eyes flashed. He tilted her chin up, his grip strong. “I love seeing so much fire in you because I am going to love quenching all of it. You have no idea what I have in store for you; or maybe you do. After all, you once trained slaves.”
My father trained slaves! she almost screamed at him.
Pure hatred dripped from the king’s bitter words. “Your training starts tonight. You will be in my bed.”
He stood and stalked out of the room like a huge, lethal panther.
WHY ME…?
Danika was finally taken away from her cage immediately after the king’s visit. She saw places that weren’t her cold barren cage, and it made her feel better for the moment. However, her heart beat faster whenever she remembered the reason they took her out of her cell for the first time in a week.
They put her in a tub, and the maids bathed her just like the king instructed. Funny, that maids would bathe a slave. But then again, it was not surprising if the slave’s destination was the king’s bed.
Three maids attended to her. One of them, the oldest named Baski, was the one in charge.
They loosened her hair and combed out the tangles, leaving it in a long, curly mess. The clothes they had her put on made Danika cringe. It was barely any clothing; she might as well be naked. A red leather skirt that barely covered her hips and a red leather top that only covered her nipples, stopping just above her belly was all she wore.
Then they gave her a long robe that covered her near nudity. They sprayed fragrance on her too.
“All done,” Baski announced.
Danika stared at herself in the mirror, and for a moment, she saw herself like she used to be, Princess Danika.
“You can go over to the king’s chambers now. It’s not advisable to keep him waiting,” Baski stated curtly.
Danika said nothing. She desperately wanted to ask these people how ‘her people’ were. She hadn’t seen any of her people since they brought her to King Lucien’s palace.
Were they slaves, too? Had they sold them as sex slaves? Were they shared amongst the privileged, rich families of Salem? After all, that was exactly what her father did to the people of Salem. She was worried, but she knew she had no right to be.
She had more pressing things to worry about. Like the fact that the king of Salem, who hated her with every fiber of his being, was about to take her virginity.
She stood at the entrance of his chambers, staring at the door, then hesitantly knocked.
“Come in,” came the curt reply. His deep voice reverberated through her.
She opened the door and walked in. The light illuminated the room. The chambers were bathed in gold. It was the most beautiful sight she had seen, but the situation wasn’t exactly favoring Danika’s sense of exploration and appreciation. She could only stare at the massive man who occupied one side of the room. At thirty-five years old, she has never seen a man who looked more larger than life than King Lucien.
Watching him as he stuck a feather into the inkwell on the table, he withdrew it and continued scribbling on the scroll before him. It was difficult to believe that this man had ever been a slave.
But he was. For ten whole years he endured unspeakable tortures at the hands of her father. Now, he was paying it back.
The king raised his head finally and stared at Danika, holding the feather, watched her blatantly. All over her, his eyes crawled over her skin like hands. Danika shivered. His eyes were cold. Pure contempt filled his features. Danika wondered if this man ever knew what it was like to smile.
Slowly, the king pushed his chair back, still staring at her. “Remove the robe,” he commanded.
Danika hesitated.
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