BLACK MATE

Chapter 1

In life, you prove your worth through your actions, not your words.
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She has spent my entire life in this place, although its location remains a mystery to me. Despite doubts about its authenticity, she was told that this was the home where she was born and raised. Her age is unknown to her, but she was indifferent to it as it wouldn't change anything even if she knew.

Her time here has been a never-ending cycle of torment. She learned to suppress her emotions at the tender age of five, realizing that no matter how fervently she expressed herself, her voice would fall on deaf ears. Her opinions, her feelings, her screams - all were met with indifference. And so, she silenced herself, her voice reduced to a mere whisper, a faint whimper that echoed only in her mind. Years of suffering have taught her to keep her emotions locked deep within, hidden from the prying eyes and deaf ears of her captors.

She was devoid of parents and family, but she found solace in knowing that she had herself - she was her own family. Consequently, She has made a vow to resist the Grand Order. She does not seek to please anyone, not even the master, and she would choose death over appeasing a group of merciless beings.

Through harsh lessons, she has learned not to trust vampires, werewolves, or even witches and wizards. These manipulative creatures are a curse upon the earth, and she was repulsed by their very presence. Surely, one would have to be out of their right mind not to feel the same way?

These beings would align with you, feigning affection and concern, only to shatter you into fragments once your guard is lowered. Though she has not personally fallen victim to their deceit, she has witnessed its repercussions on others.

They offer hope, only to ruthlessly rip it away and send their victim's soul soaring. It was on that fateful day she swore never to succumb to the Master's schemes.

They lure in innocent girls, then proceed to destroy their existence in unimaginable ways - methods even a killer would not endure. But alas, it is an inevitable destiny.

She looked up at the small window, looking at the moon with an inaudible sigh wishing she was a moon in the night sky, at least she would have enjoyed the serenity of the night, tonight was the blue moon, the blue moon attracts mates. You can find your mate without a blue moon but she had heard that it's rare.

Anyone who doesn't find their mates could choose one for themselves but that bond would never be on par with the mate's bond. Well, she hates the mate bond, all the men she has come across are nothing but assholes, treating their mates like the dust beneath their feet. She hoped she never found mine because she was not interested and she would not be submissive to any creature called a "man" and if she ever found one she hoped he would reject her. Being different would even worsen the relationship between her mate and her. Well, that is a good thing but it's better if they don't ever make contact, that way he can go ahead and choose a mate for himself.

But deep down, a small part of her wonders if there is a chance for true love, for a connection that is genuine and pure. Is it possible that there is someone out there who could see past her walls and truly understand her?

As she stared out at the moon, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to life than this endless cycle of fear and mistrust. Maybe, just maybe, there is a glimmer of hope for a better future, a future where she could break free from the chains of her past and embrace the unknown.

But for now, she remains vigilant, standing strong against the darkness that threatens to consume her. She may be alone, but she is resilient, and will not let anyone break her down. She was determined to carve out her path, defy the odds, and find her sense of purpose in this mysterious world.

As the blue moon fades into the night, she makes a silent vow to never give up, to never surrender to the forces that seek to control her. She may be a lone wolf in a world of predators, but I will never bow down to their will. I am my own master, and I will continue to fight for my freedom, no matter the cost.

Soon, my imprisonment will come to an end, and upon my release, she would become the ultimate scourge of the revered Grand Order - a shadow that they will relentlessly pursue, yet fear with every fiber of their being. This is not a mere proclamation, but an unwavering pledge.

Wearily, she lay upon the frigid, damp ground with a heavy sigh, the clanking of her shackles harshly resounding with each movement. This is her reality - a prisoner within the confines of the Grand Order.

Never has she known the world beyond these basement walls; this is where she has spent her childhood. Hidden away in secrecy, the Master would bring men to inflict pain upon me, to torment and violate her in whatever way they saw fit. But she refused to be broken. Even in moments of unbearable agony, she remained steadfast, for why would she submit to those who see her as less than human?

She will never allow my past to repeat itself; She is determined to ensure that until my very last breath - for this is the person she has become.

And as she lay there, staring up at the dimly moving night clouds, she thought about all the pain and suffering she had endured. But instead of feeling defeated, she felt a flicker of hope deep within me. She knows that one day, she will break free from these chains and emerge stronger than ever before. She didn't know how but there was just something inside her that kept whispering those words to her.

She may be alone and surrounded by darkness, but she refuses to let it consume her. She is a survivor, a warrior, and she will not rest until she has reclaimed her freedom and her rightful place in this world.

So she closed her eyes, letting the darkness envelop her, knowing that one day, she would rise from the ashes and become a force to be reckoned with. The Grand Order may have kept her captive for too long, but they will soon learn that they cannot break the spirit of a woman who refuses to be tamed.

As she drifted off into a restless sleep, she held onto that glimmer of hope, knowing that her time would come, and when it did, she would be ready to face whatever challenges came her way. She was not just a captive, she was a fighter, a survivor, and she would never stop fighting for her freedom.

Let's see what tomorrow got for her but for now, she just has to relax and regain the strength she has lost during the day.

She woke up to a bucket of water being damp on her, my eyes lazily stared at one of her nightmares, her brows drawing together as she sat up with a blank gaze.

"Get ready," His gruff voice sounded causing her ears to twitch in irritation, she gave him a subtle nod knowing that if she didn't do it he might kill someone and she didn't want anyone's blood on her hands. If ever she was going to get her hands stained then it would be her own decision, not someone doing it for her.

Andy told her yesterday that someone would be coming for a visit and he wants to give him something new, she guess in the form of her but he knows what would happen once that person makes the wrong move. One of the guards came in and freed her from my shackles, very roughly if she may say.

With a surge of determination, she grasped the rusty chain hanging from the damp wall with her right hand and pulled herself up from the cold floor, inching her way to freedom. A searing pain shot through her veins, but she clenched her jaw, refusing to let out a groan. She swallowed hard, maintaining a blank expression, ensuring no one detected her discomfort. Today was the day she would escape, the reason she had listened to Master's words in the first place.

A gut feeling told her something was about to unfold, and she was ready to wait for it. A woman arrived to escort her out of the dingy basement, and she didn't look back. If she was going to leave this place behind, she couldn't afford to glance over her shoulder. Both climbed a flight of stairs and entered another room, but she didn't bother taking in her surroundings. Nothing within the Grand Order's walls held any interest for her, so why waste my time?

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