The Given (SHORT HIATUS)

Chapter 6

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"Lyla, wake up."

I groan and shiver at the feeling of warm breath hitting against my neck.

"Five more minutes, please."

Mason chuckles, causing more air to cascade my skin.

"You need to get up now, kitten, before I do something you don't want me to."

I quickly sit up and roll out of bed, looking around me nervously.

“My father wants to see you.”

“You- you’re father? The King?”

He nods and sits up on the bed with a blank face, giving me no indication of why the King would want to see me.

“O-oh.. Well, um, yea okay.”

What does one wear to go see the evil man who made the law to take young men and woman away from their families? Red, to match his horns and tail, probably.

“I’ll just, uh, yah know, go get dressed.”

Mason just nods and watches as I scurry to the closet, closing the door tightly behind me.

“Alright Lyla, you got this.” I whisper to myself, looking around.

I pulled on a new set of underwear before looking for what I would wear.

I decide on my light blue dress that fell an inch past my knee, and had small flowers that decorated the bottom half of it.

Walking out, I start fiddling with my fingers and look at Mason who was still sitting on the bed.

“Is this good?”

“It’ll do.”

“What does he want, anyway?” I dare to ask.

“I’m not sure, but we’ll figure it out when we get to his office.”

I just nod and follow after him, looking at the different paintings of wolves on the wall.

We stop in front of a door and I wait for Mason to walk through before I do.

“Mason, my son!” The king stands up from his chair and pulls Mason in for a hug.

“Father, what do you need with Lyla?”

The king pulls away from the hug and sits back in his chair, gesturing for us to sit in the chairs before him.

“You have not taken her yet, Mason. Why?”

“I.. We haven’t found the time I guess. I tried but we were interrupted.”

“I also heard that Lyla here tried to escape. Did this go un punished as well?”

“No, father, she was spanked.”

“A spanking? This isn’t kindergarten, son.”

“She’s new to this all; she’s a virgin.”

“Which is why I have chosen her for you. She may be a virgin but she is no innocent; and she must be punished for actions she has taken. You don’t seem to be able to do this.”

“Forgive me, father. Just give me some more time.”

The King sighs and I look between the two, a scowl on my face.

 “You’re dismissed.” The King says, waving his hand towards us.

Mason stands and I follow him, looking down nervously.