Slave To Him

Slave To Him

                           Chapter 4

I had never felt so infuriated in my life as I did then. The amount of anger which happened to be radiating off of me wasn't something I liked, I hated the fact that someone could force me to feel such awful feelings. I frowned, blinking harshly as I took in his facial expression.

Emotionless, cold yet beautiful.. like a porcelain doll. I sighed deeply, removing myself from underneath his grasp. I took two steps away from his glare and debated whether or not he would allow me to leave. After all, he was my Master, it would be disrespectful to walk away without permission.

Some would say, what on earth have I turned into. Others would probably pity me, but I had been taught better than to go against any given orders. You seem to adjust to the life style your forced to live in after a while, no matter the circumstances, no matter how harsh it seems.. you just do. It's not something you have control over, isn't something you can fight.

'If you wish for me to forget it.. then I shall.' I whispered, innocently twining my frigid fingers together. The softness of my flesh instantly brought my memory back to my little brothers. Such beautiful creatures, my little siblings. I'm sure I'd be just as proud of them now as I was back then. They would look out for each other, I knew that much. I hope with all my heart that this hasn't set a curse upon my family, Mom and Dad must have been throwing fits. I'm sure they searched every single house and cranny for me. I wish they didn't have to be put through that kind of torture just as much as I have been. They lost their only daughter, nothing could be more agonising than that.

I could tell he had a hard time restraining himself. He didn't know what to say, he didn't have a clue on where to start. So he did the simplest thing, and lashed out. He couldn't sympathise me, he couldn't apologise and say it's going to be alright because he knows as well as I do, it's going to be anything but alright. He's part of the reason on why I was put here, dragged through it.. he's in this too and no one's ever going to be able to run from the fact.

He slowly brought his hand up to the back of his head, scratching at it frustratedly he sighed. 'The new housekeepers arrive tomorrow, you shall socialise with them. You won't be coming to school with me from now on.' He ordered, taking one last glance at me and turning on his heel, walking out of the wooden door frame that stood opposite us. I inhaled deeply, sighing in relief.

So much pressure is formed whilst he's in the room, it's as if I'm not allowed to breath unless I'm doing it correctly. The tension is indescribable because truth be told, there isn't a word to define it. Looking around I realised I was in his living room, I could probably take a peek to see what he has in here right? Although, I wouldn't like others to peek at my things, I'd call them nosey but I guess, this is a totally different situation.

I skimmed my fingers across the mantelpiece, inspecting my fingers It seemed as if they were clear of dust. I guess he meant what he had said, he really does hire workers. I sighed, there was nothing interesting here. The thing that struck me and happened to catch my attention was a small photograph, pinned to the wall just beneath a large moonlight painting. Gently tugging at it, it pulled off. I brought it closer, so I could make out what was what.

My eyes widened in shock, it was beautiful. Yet the thing that made me wonder was that it looked so real. Like it was a proper photo. It was a wolf. A gorgeous, dominant wolf. It's fur happened to be a shade of blonde, dirty blonde, white and brown. It was truly magnificent. I turned the photo over, to see of any description, yet all that was written in capital letters was, 'ALPHA'.

I bit my lip, Alpha? As in, werewolf Alpha? Is Trex into werewolve's? I frowned, shrugging the thought off. I slipped the small photograph and rested in between the side of my skirt so it stayed hidden. I doubt my Master would find it amusing to know I had stolen a photo from his territory, I didn't know why I had took it.. but I was drawn to it.

I made my way back up the stairs slowly, taking in every detail of my surroundings. He really did take care in how things were organised, decorated and positioned. Every picture was a straight as a ruler, the colour scheme went so perfectly. The furniture was neat, maybe Trex needs to loosen up.