Alpha King

♧Chapter 1♧ (Lilly's POV)

Lillian's POV

"Everyone get up and get ready, you will be starting in fifteen minutes. Also tomorrow you will be getting new schedules" a man yelled at us. And by us, I mean the 20 or so servants that live here.

I groaned as I sat up from my twin sized bed. As you can tell, the servants were not treated very nicely here, living in cells with a bed and a small dresser. You had to go to sleep knowing that someone would be watching you at night, which for me at 18, was nothing but disturbing. I quickly grabbed the outfit that the servants were supposed to wear. This consisted of a black dress and a white apron with these knee high black socks that were anything but comfortable, and then of course the typical black shoes that made anyone wearing them instantly 20 years older than they actually were. The dress was high necked and a small white cap was worn at the top of our heads. 
Scanning my hand over the hand scanner, it beeped before my cell unlocked. I stepped out, not wasting any time before rushing into the bathroom. The showers were out in the open so every other female servant was able to see your junk. So, I quickly washed my hair and then my body with the shower gel. I grabbed my old, ragged towel and rapped it around my thinning waist. My thinness, as well as many others, was due to the lack of eating, something that was common for servants. Eating disorders due to barley two meals a day, if you could call them that. These so called meals were a cup of water, which they would so kindly refill if we were still thirsty, an apple and then a piece of bread with peanut butter and some fruits and veggies. 
I quickly slipped on my outfit for the day, eager to get away from the eyes of the other women, that I knew had been judging me. My outfit was the same every day, I do not know what they were being so judgmental about, we all wore the same worn down clothing as one another. I headed down so that I could start my first chore, which consisted of doing everyone's laundry. This was the easiest of them all and I did not really mind doing laundry. I was the only one doing it so nobody bothered me, it was the most quite thing I would be doing today. I had sorted all of the clothes in piles, delicates, air dried, whites, and multi-colored. I shoved all of the whites in and turned the correct knobs before putting fabric softener in and starting up the machine.

As I was standing there all I could keep on thinking about was how everything changed that one night at dinner.

---------Flashback---------

"Honey, how about you go upstairs and get cleaned up and we'll talk about this over dinner?" My mom said, her voice hoarse like she was about to cry, and there I knew something was seriously wrong. I knew that they would never say anything while I was there, so I walked away quietly hoping to get a little bit of information so I would know what I would be getting myself into. All I could hear was hushed whispers that sounded frustrated and worried but kept on walking to my room. And all that I could think was, what have they done? That was the only thought that went through my head the rest of the time I spent upstairs.

As I walked into my room, I picked up a pair of sweatpants and a jacket. Then, I lied them out on my bed, walked into my bathroom and started the shower. As I let it warm up, I was thinking about my family and me and how much everything was about to change. I know that whatever was about to happen would not be by choice. I would do what needs to be done to make sure that my family will be safe and make them proud, isn't that every kids dream. 

After a few minutes of thinking, I felt the water and decided that it was warm enough so I stepped in. I slowly started to wash my hair with my vanilla shampoo and then washed it out. I then applied my mint and raspberry conditioner. As it was soaking in my hair, I put it in a ponytail to keep it out of my face, and let it soak in as I washed my body. I washed the conditioner out and turned off the shower, wrapped my towel around my body and one around my hair, and stepped out of the shower. I made sure I was dried off before I put my underwear and sweatpants on. I took off the towel on my head and put my sweatshirt on. After that, I walked back into the bathroom and hung the towels up on the back of the bathroom door and proceeded to walk back into my room.