The Desert Alpha's Mate

CHAPTER 30-SARA

DROZOSHA CLAN VILLAGE

"Saraaa!" An ear-splitting scream, coming from the outside of the kitchen, startled Sara. It was followed by the loud thumping of feet. The door to the kitchen opened with a bang. The flabby lady that was in charge of the household of the ladies in the Drozosha dwellings rushed in. She was fuming with anger and huffing from exertion. The lady's gaze swept the kitchen when she locked eyes with Sara, her plump feet treading Sara's way. Clomp! The sound of her footsteps creates a heavy noise in the entire kitchen.

"You wench!" the flabby lady screeched, grabbing Sara's hair before she could even react. The lady dragged her out of the kitchen by the hair.

"Lady, let go of me!" Sara pleaded, wincing in pain. She tried pulling her hair out of the tight grip of the lady's chubby hands. But her effort was in vain as the lady tightened the grip on her hair, making her wince in pain. As she was about to claw the hand of the lady that was holding her hair, she felt the grip loosen, and Sara was already flying towards the floor. If not for her quick reflexes, she might have kissed the floor. As she regained her footing, Sara looked up at the lady with a murderous gaze.

"What do you think you are doing, Lady?" she said to the lady in a threatening voice.

Whack! Sara's face turned at the impact of the slap the lady gave her. "How dare you look at me like that!? Who do you think you are to threaten me? What? Do you think you are better than others? Do you think you can touch me?" the lady said, mocking Sara.

Sara glared at the lady and let out a low growl, "I am better than you," she said.

"Hahaha! You are hallucinating! Look at yourself, you are just a lowly breeder who thinks so highly of herself. Do you think you can get out of the trouble that you created today at the salon?" the lady said, leveling her eyes at Sara's.

"That man deserved it!" Sara said through gritted teeth.

Whack! Another slap landed on Sara's face. "And who do you think you are to decide whether the man deserved it or not? Stabbing a man's hand with a knife makes you feel superior, does it? Do you think that did you any good? You just needed to do one thing, and that is to let them do whatever they wanted to do to your body. Your body isn't yours. Your will is no longer yours and most of all your freedom is not yours! You are just property, owned by these men. So be a good breeder and do what you are told to do!" the lady snarled in Sara's face, saliva spitting all over her face.

"You may be their property, but I am not! You may accept your fate with them, but I do not! They can kill me if they want, but they can't get me to bend to their will!" Sara retorted. Gritting her teeth and clenching her fist to control her anger.

"Hahaha! You are hallucinating if you can think that you can get out of this sh*t hole of a life. You just keep wishing," the lady said with a scoff, "so if I were you, I would behave myself and have a peaceful and comfortable life here!" the lady added.

"I am not like you!" Sara said.

"Yes, you aren't. Because unlike you, I used my brain to be comfortable here," the lady said, then she signaled at the door. Two men stride inside and grab Sara. They drag her forcefully outside. Her flailing and trying to escape from their hold was in vain, her strength wasn't a match with the strength of these two men. They weren't the strongest men of the Drozosha warriors, but still, they were stronger than her.

They went to the backyard dragging a flailing Sara with them. The lady fumbled at the lock of the sole cell in there. When the flabby lady managed to open it, the two men threw Sara inside.

"You will stay in there until you learn to behave and beg for me to let you out. There will be no food for you until you learn your lesson," the lady said.