Born In Hell

26

I turned around to look at the grand master's servant. Been there done that, it's not very fun. It pays, but Belle does not like being ordered around. It's not as cracked up as it seems. So many things and people to influence and seduce. Just overall a lot of work.

"You've brought someone?"

She looked over Aniel about to pull him to her. But I pulled him back. We didn't need that right now.

"Yes. And he belongs to me, not everyone."

She smirked and whistled. No worries that's exactly what I wanted her to do. "That's not how it works here. Island rules states you have to share."

"Because sharing is caring," I whined. "Yeah well tell that to Sheila."

"Blasphemy."

I rolled my eyes and she fumed. All I need is for her to lead me to Sheila. She inconvenienced herself by greeting me and making the mistake of thinking we were friends. She is servant and I am Belle nothing more or less.

The guards came and tried to take away Aniel. Key word tried. At this point nobody can come close to my property without my say so and Aniel is indeed mine.

"You want to try that again?"

The guards hesitate and looked at the servant for a command. She didn't know what to do, so she sent them away. Smart because it'd only piss me off more.

"Why are you doing this? You know the rules and what follows if you don't obey them. There's no exceptions, not even for you."

I shrugged and held my wrists out for her. "Then take us to her."

The servant rolled her eyes and grabbed onto my collar and Aniel by the arm to take us there. I mean she could have done without the contact, but it's only natural now. You're trained to do everything a certain way.

If you were wondering where all this talk of me being a "Whore" came from, it started here. Except the thing about that word is it was a compliment here. Was. It was way back when, when it became derogatory. The thing with me is that I liked it. On the island it meant in simple terms one who is the best and only strives for the best. And that's exactly how I took it.

Now let's move onto this Sheila character and why she holds the answers in her leather studded thong. Her and Maze are bonded, but they take that to a whole new level. It's pretty intense and Maze is her's and nobody else's. And it's about time that we see her.

"What is it," she asked facing the window looking down at everyone. "Better yet who is our company this time?"

"It's Belle and her pet ma'am," the servant gritted out like it was the worst thing she could possibly say.

Sheila turned around and looked at us surprised. Her silvery blue hair whipped around showing her excitement and shock like Hades while her turquoise eyes lit up.

"Her's?"

The servant nodded and Sheila tried eyeing me. The servant was sent away and Sheila turned back around quickly.

"That was always your problem," I said kindly. "You couldn't look your own servant in the eye without feeling the need to listen to her command instead."