Beast King | 18+

C H A P T E R T W O

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"What do you want me to do?"

"Take her and leave."

"And?"

"And gain her trust."

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                    It was cold; colder than she was used to.

Gone were the soft sheets of the bed, instead, it was replaced with the rough hard ground of the forest floor, along with something else that reminded her of ice, making her body uncontrollably shake from the lack of heat. She's been awake for awhile now, hearing and only feeling her surroundings, afraid to move from her curled up position, body so numb and too scared to even open her eyes and see for herself where her master had left her this time.

It was a game for Abaddon, to leave her somewhere in the parts of his woods and wait for her to find her way back to her master. This, of course, only happened on special occasions, whenever Abaddon felt remotely happy or was feeling playful.

There are consequences though.

Once, Abaddon had strapped her to the bed when it took her four days to find her way back to the mountain where her master had built his empire in. Hungry and weak, he had made her beg for food and rest before taking her in every single way possible. She was so sore when he was finally done with her, too tired to even clean herself up from all the white fluid he had ejaculated on and inside her.

So if this was a normal occurrence to her, why was she so afraid?

Because this was the first time, even through her closed eyelids, to see white light. It was always dark in Abaddon's territory, impossible for any natural light to come through the thick foliage of the tall trees, and the sun was nonexistent to those who'd live to serve the Fallen. Everything they know is darkness. They live and breathe for darkness.

She, herself, is consumed by darkness.

But she was curious, very curious to find out for herself what this sun she's heard so much about would look like. Maybe, she thought. Maybe the light is coming from the sun?

She suddenly felt giddy. Excitement slowly invaded her very being, pushing all the thoughts of her master's punishment for her later on at the back of mind. She knew it was wrong. Wrong to have this thing called hope. She wasn't allowed to feel anything but fear, pain and misery. As her master had once told her,

Hope is for those who believe that they have a choice, those who think that they have a voice.

And she had none of those. All this time of living and being treated as an object, she would sometimes forget that she needed to breathe, that she needed to eat, that she can speak, and that she can decide for herself.

She was just too much of a coward to do so. She was naturally an unassertive person, she wouldn't deny that even to herself, but right now, there was something oddly different. For the very first time, something was making her feel so daring; to have courage to satisfy someone else other than her master, to satisfy herself. So, with this newly acquired boldness, she snapped her eyes open, only to whimper from the sudden change of brightness that met her. Rapidly blinking, she brought up one of her hands only to come up with both, seeing for the first time through blurred vision that it was shackled. Confused, she felt for her ankles and found them bound as well, making it impossible for her to run or to even walk in regular paces.

Her confidence begun to wane and was quickly replaced with fear once again. How was she suppose to find her way back? If running had taken her days to come home to her master, how long would it take for her on a slow walk?

Panic started to settle in, all those thoughts she'd pushed back was already bombarding her mind again. She had to move but the chains were proving it to be a difficult task for her to do. She had to calm down to think straight, so she closed her eyes, breathed in deep before humming that tune again.

Feeling her body loosen from all the tension she's put herself in, she slowly fluttered her eyes open this time, squinting only for a few moments before her vision had finally adjusted to the foreign place she was in.

Her blue-green eyes widened at seeing the white soft substance that covered the earth, some even coated the branches and leaves of the trees when she looked above her. And then she saw it, but was quick to avert her eyes back down. She remembered some of the older female lycans that would help her clean up at times would tell her little of the country outside Abaddon's territory, just small basic things they were willing to tell her when she asked. Some of them about the sun, how legend says that it was the brother of the Mother and how he had sacrificed to die every nightfall to give light to his sister, but none of them had told her about the cold blanket that encrusted the ground.

Slowly getting up from her position, she intertwined her fingers together and begun her trek back to her master, ignoring how frozen her whole body, especially her feet, were getting. Bracing herself against a tree to hop over the large root that was sticking itself out of the floor, she'd barely touched the ground when she found herself laying on her back and a phased lycan's maw around her neck.

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