The Alpha's Saviour

Chapter 7 - Layla

Blue's POV:

Rachel left with the other guard, leaving Stuart brooding near the entrance. Everyone was quiet and scared of triggering him. Everyone apart from Layla.

I needed to speak to this girl. Something inside of me pulled me to her, but I couldn't grasp onto why. Layla or Black as they began calling her, kept glancing at me with hope in her eyes. Was she hoping I could rescue her? Hoping I would help her? Either way we couldn't speak or we would get beaten and with the amount of blood I've lost I don't think I can handle any more so soon.

The wounds on my back had been reopened who knows how many times. The bandages did help a lot though. My arm had a deep cut from the glass I was stabbed with earlier, and my face stung with the small shards still embedded in it.

I grabbed hold of another pumpkin, an idea forming in my mind. I put my peeler down opting for the large knife. I carefully cut away the skin leaving a long think peel ignoring Layla's curious gaze. I purposely dropped the knife and bent down behind the kitchen bench. I used that time to place the pumpkin skin inside the front of my bandage. Good thing I wrapped so many layers. I had wondered over to the rubbish bin dropping the knife in with the remaining peels. I went in for the knife and skilfully gripped hold if an old pen that had been thrown out earlier.

Layla the dropped a stack of empty pots and pans to the ground drawing Stuart's attention long enough for me to hide it in my bandage. Wait was that a distraction? My heart fluttered at the thought of someone helping me, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside and got back to work.

The deer, lamb and pig were put on three hot spits that were located just outside the kitchens back door. The steel door lead out to a small space, three meters long and wide. The tall fence was also three metre high and reenforced with chicken wire poking out from all sides to avoid anyone escaping. There was an inbuilt row of spits with electronic motors built into them. We used to have to turn them by hand but there were other things they preferred us to be doing.

It wasn't long until the large buffet table was filled with hot smokey meat, crunchy pork crackle, mashed potatoes, a mountain of rice and roasted vegetables. Scentless candles sat in the middle of each table in the cafeteria. Even though it was daytime they had lit them for some reason. All the 'bed warmers' sat on small tables to the side in pairs. There eyes void of any emotion. One of the poor woman had her top torn open with her breasts visible, along with deep purple bruises and teeth marks. Blood coated the inside of her thigh and I shuddered at the thought of what she had been through.

The guards all took their seats after Jeff and Viren had sat at the main table. There were fifteen of us maids now that the other eight had joined the group. I sighed thinking at least the workload would be shared, but then got angry with my thoughts. I would gladly be pushed to breaking point daily if it meant even one of these girls could be saved from the pain that awaited them in here.

I filled the plates, walked them over to Jeff and Viren and placed them down gently. Jeff shot me a look and furrowed his brows. "Why the rice? There was more than enough with the three animals we hunted."

My palms began to sweat. I knew this was coming but I couldn't regret my decision. "I..had heard we had an extra nine people to feed." I said bowing my head. Jeff's hands clench into fists and a muscle in his jaw ticked, as he tries to control his anger. That was something new I thought to myself.

"So what you are saying is.. you heard we have one guest and eight new maids." Jeff talks slow, his alpha aura coming off him in thick waves filling the massive dining room. I watched as everyone apart from Layla, myself and Viren flinch and bare their neck in submission. The room all of a sudden felt thick with tension.