Page 18 of Chosen
I unfortunately knew there were far worse things than death. As far as my current situation goes, the best I could do is keepmy head down and make my mind wonder when he’s on top of me.
At least he’s not horrible to look at. My shoulders shiver when I think of the master I was last assigned to. I didn’t think it was possible for asuperiousto be so bloated and out of shape, but I suppose it happened when one lived in luxury and benefited from what was basically slave labor.
The buttery leather seats on the interior of the Sector Leader’s vehicle is so soft, I almost want to sink into it and relax but I hold myself upright, tense, awaiting before him to start barking instructions but he doesn’t.
In fact he pulls out a handheld device and pushes a couple of buttons making a holographic screen pop up. It appears to be paperwork of some sort and he proceeds to put his full attention into whatever those documents are, ignoring me.
Good, the less attention he pays to me the better, although I’m curious as to why he was so eager to collect me if this is how he intends to treat me. When he’d grabbed my wrist back at the manor, something had happened.
A jolt? A shock? I can’t quite explain it but it had sent something akin to an electric current through my body. From the widening of his blue eyes, I thought he’d felt it too but perhaps I’d only imagined it.
Besides the brief commands he’d spoken to me to follow him, he hasn’t said a word to me. It’s probably for the best.
A pain twinges in my lower back from sitting so erect in my seat, but I don’t want to give him a reason to scold me. If I close my eyes for just a bit and allow my mind to go blank I can ignore that ache and the stiffness forming in my neck. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute…
This is my first night in a new environment and I’m so scared I can barely move. As soon as I arrived at this grand house, I was ushered into a bathing room and thrown into a shower that wasso hot, I screamed when the water touched my skin. The maid who’d refused to tell me her name had laughed and said that she had to make sure I was clean to get the stench off me.
She eventually adjusted the water to make it slightly more bearable but my humiliation had only begun. The maid, a woman nearly twice my size got into the shower with me and proceeded to scrub me from head to toe, not missing a single inch of me with a brush. It was almost as if she was trying to take several layers of skin off in the process. The more I tried to resist, the rougher she became.
I didn’t have the strength to fight back because I’d barely eaten for the last several days. The maid seemed to take pleasure in my discomfort, and I couldn’t understand why she was being so cruel. Wasn’t she homo sapien just like me?
My humiliation was far from over when she attempted to fix my hair. She took no care at all, roughly running the brush through my tangles and cursing me for having such course and unmanageable hair. It was a blow to my pride because I’d always taken great care with my hair. It was thick and curly and if I let it dry naturally, it raised to the sun like a crown. If I stretch it out into the braids I favored, it rested just below my shoulder blades.
By the time this woman was finished styling my hair, however, chunks of it lay on the floor and my scalp was on fire. I’m certain I had some bald patches at this point but she’s offered me no mirror. The end result was her pulling my hair back into a bun and clipping a silver barrette in my hair.
I’m given a short sheer red strapless dress that barely covers my ass. I’m practically naked because I wasn’t given underwear.
It’s how I find myself in a row of other girls in similar attire. They’re all roughly around my age, and we all look different from height, size, and skin tones, my being the darkest. Each of these women were stunning in their own way. I can only assume they’re companions like me. I have no idea how this works so Iwhisper to the girl standing next to me with long blond hair and brown eyes.
She rolls her eyes and sighs. “You new girls always ask a lot of questions. Soon, our Master will be coming to choose one or maybe two of us for the evening. Maybe if he’s in an adventurous mood, three women,” she laughs as if she’s just told the funniest joke.
I don’t get a chance to ask her what she means when the door to the room opens and a tall, roundsuperiousmale steps into the room followed by three Enforcers. I’d never seen anyone shaped quite like him. Unlike the well-built Enforcers that I’m used to seeing, this man has several folds under his neck. His eyes are small and sunken in his round face. His lips are large and shiny and his hair is slicked back but looks greasy. I can tell that the colorful suit he’s wearing is expensive.
I’m not so naïve that I don’t realize what he has in store for the one he chooses. I’m no virgin but I can’t imagine this man’s hands touching any part of my body.
I hunch my shoulders to make myself appear as small as possible. Maybe he won’t notice me. But my hopes are immediately dashed when his beady gaze falls on me.
“Ah, so this is my new companion.” He licks his thick lips and my stomach flips with disgust. “You girl, come here.”
My head involuntarily shakes on its own as fear grips me.
“Why are you just standing there? Get over here? Let me look at you.”
My feet remain planted firmly on the floor.
He barks at his Enforcers. “Bring that bitch to me”
I’m roughly grabbed by two Enforcers and dragged toward their boss and thrown at his feet.
He grabs me by the hair and yanks me to my feet. I don’t get a chance to straighten up before I’m backhanded with so muchforce I’m knocked back down. “Listen you little bitch, when I give you a command you follow it. Now get up.”
It takes me a moment to wobble to my feet, but it’s clear it’s not fast enough because he slams his fist into my face. I fall again. But this time he kicks me so hard in the stomach, I cough up blood.
He laughs. “You’re a fucking mess. But I can still work with that…” He grins to reveal yellowish teeth as he bends over and reaches out for me.
My eyes popopen and I jolt up with a scream. I keep screaming until my throat is raw and that’s when I realize I’m no longer in the car. I’m in a soft bed covered in a fur comforter. The room I’m in is dim so I can’t make out much but I can tell the room is small.
It had all been a dream. More like a nightmare, one that I have relieved time and time again. That had only been the beginning but what came later had been so much worse.
