Slave

Chapter 7

I woke up from a tug on my neck. My eyes shot open and Master was standing in front of me undoing my chains but leaving the collar in my neck.
"Please can you take the collar off" I pleaded. He pulled me up by my shirt and pushed me against the wall. "No! It will remain on slave."
"But I-i'm your mate" I said.
He punched me square in the mouth. "You are not my mate! You are a worthless whore" He released his hold on me. I slumped to the ground. Pulling my knees up to my chest.
"Go get me breakfast. You better be back in 5 minutes or I will make your life a living hell"
I walked out the door and mumbled to myself, "isn't it already?"
After I got master food i scurried back to his room. As I entered, he was not in sight. I saw that the bathroom door was shut and heard the shower running.
I places the food onto his bed side table and sat on the floor next to his bed.
Why me? I thought. Even if I could runaway and escape where would I go? My family is dead. I have no one out there. No one looking for me. A single tear fell.
I heard the door unlock and master walked out with a towel wrapped around his lower body, revealing his abs.
He saw my presence and then said, "good girl"
I looked down at my knees.
He let go of his towel in front of me and then grabbed some shorts and a shirt and chucked them on.
He walked over to the bed and sat down, so his feet were right beside me. He glanced at the food, which consisted of spaghetti on toast, bacon and eggs, which the chiefs cooked.
He ate at his meal taking his time whilst I remained seated at his feet with my head down.
Once he was finished eating a few scrapes were left on the plate and he lowered it down to me. I looked at the plate and then at him. He nodded his head, as if granting me permission to eat his left overs.
Although it wasn't much I was still very grateful. I grabbed the plate and scoffed the food down. "I am very busy today so I don't have time to watch over you." He continued, "But I can't leave you with zack"
After a short pause he said, " ah, you will remain in here, I'll have people check up on every hour to make sure you haven't tried to escape. I want you to tidy this room up, do you understand slave?" He asked.
I nodded my head. But when masters face started to look angered, I quickly added, "Yes Master, I understand"
"Good" he replied walking out of the room and locking the door but not before saying, "make sure you behave slave or you'll regret it"
After waiting 5mins to make sure he was truly gone I rushed to the bathroom and drank some water from the tap.
I looked into the mirror and was surprised by what I saw.
My usually healthy brown hair, was oily and knotted. My face was filled with dirt and my lip had dried blood surrounding it, obviously from when master hit me.
I walked out of the bathroom and looked around the room. I don't know what he wanted me to clean, the room is spotless except for his clothes and towel laying on the ground by his cupboard and his unmade bed.
After cleaning up his mess and cleaning the bed I looked around for something to entertain myself with. But find nothing.

I've been locked up his bedroom for hours, maids come up and check on me every hour, they open the door, look around to find me and then close the door again. I'm bored out of mind. It's dark outside and he still hasn't returned. I've thought about many plans or ways to escape but in the end I know they won't work. I've tried ripping this collar off but it won't budge.
I'm starting to get angry, being locked up in here all day. It's ridiculous how he wants me to call him Master, stupid! I don't know a lot about mates and all. But I know enough to know that this is not how they should be treated.
I'm a human, I had a life and a family before these stupid werewolves came out of the shadows.
"Agh" I yell pushing lamps and items off of his nightstand and uprooting his room. All I see is red and rage for what this werewolves have done to me and all humans.
I smash photo frames, glass shattering all over the ground. My anger dies down and I lay crying on the ground.