Chapter 6

"So comfy," I moaned, feeling the surface with my hands. I ran my finger over my body, and it felt like I was naked under the sheets. I opened my eyes, looked under the sheet, and I was indeed naked. Confused at my surroundings, the room was damn strange. I sat up quickly, only to realize I was back where I began. I felt a sharp pain in my head.

"Ahhh," I moaned, holding my head with both hands. I began recalling the events of earlier,

"Ouch!" I yelled. I instantly became scared the minute I remembered why I was knocked out. I immediately stood up to get out of the room, clutching the sheets. "I wouldn't try that." I heard his deep voice again.

"Ahhhh!!" I groaned, and I immediately sat back on the bed.

"I did warn you," he jeered.

I turned immediately to see him seated on the chair, and I froze instantly, remembering how his eyes turned pitch dark within a second.

He got up from the chair and started walking towards me. I hurriedly moved to the corner of the bed in fear. Whimpering

"What did you do to my legs?" I asked in between sobs.

"My best," he said, looking me in the eyes, but I looked away immediately, scared those gray eyes might turn pitch dark any moment from now. After standing for a few minutes, he turned towards the door. I despised him for turning my life into a horror movie. I wondered if he had broken my leg, so I wouldn't try to ever escape again.

"You should rest," his voice said again.

"What are you?" I finally found my voice.

"I am the beast you were sent to tame," he said. He walked out of the room, shutting the door before I could say another word.

I was more confused than I was earlier. One thing he said was certain: he was no human. How could he change eye color so quickly unless he was a beast?

But his last words were a little confusing; no one sent me here; he actually bought me and is holding me hostage in this shithole.

I tried getting up when I felt a sharp pain on my left leg. "Damn you!" I screamed out, and I sat back, remembering my legs were broken.

"You are awake?" I turned to see a lady closing the door.

"Who are you?"

"I am going to be attending to you now," a lady said as she walked in, holding a plate of food.

"What did he do to my legs?" I asked, pointing at my bandaged left ankle.

"You broke your leg running in the woods; he called a doctor over to take a look at it, and hopefully it was broken." She reported every single thing that had happened. I was dumbfounded watching her; I guess she was quite the talker.

"When he said his best, he really meant it in a good way," I whispered to myself.

"I didn't hear you," she said enthusiastically.

"I said, What is your name?"

"Oh, Kira," she hurriedly replied.

"What does he want from me?" I asked Kira, who was busy removing the pile of sheets stacked in the wardrobe, to put them in a laundry basket.

I guess my little adventure with the sheet made them feel the need to put them away.

"I don't really know, but I guess he has grown tired of his weird ways of having fun and decided to try a new one."

"What?!"

"His idea of fun might scare you; he is dangerous and can be quite creative when killing his enemies; you might want to be careful not to anger him," she warned.

She was damn right about one thing; he was quite creative when he ripped out that dude's heart.

"Yeah, I wonder why he hasn't killed me even when I tried escaping from him," I murmured to myself.

"What is he going to do to me?"

"Well, maybe a sex slave; he is quite infamous with the ladies," she answered.

"Who spends that much on a slave?" I whispered to myself. He wouldn't waste his money if he were normal down there.

"When he said a beast that needed to be tamed, he meant it in a sexual way?" I asked myself almost in tears.

"Why me!" I cried still, in disbelief that he was going to go down with me. Kira wasn't helpful either, as she went on about how the screams of the ladies he brings home at night would be heard, and they would wake up the next morning to find no traces of the ladies anymore. I became more apprehensive.

Kira was quite the talker, and she filled me in with everything I needed to know. She had worked for Axios Hellwaters for 5 years but was promoted to chief maid just a few hours ago. I was happy for her but felt really bad that I was the reason they sacked the previous lady.

I guess Axios was really pissed I had escaped under her watch and took it out on her. Why I was still breathing even after his threat was a mystery.

"You should eat something; you will need it," Kira said before leaving the room with the stack of sheets. I turned to the plate of food before me; it was almost bedtime, and Axios might get horny and in need of his slave at any time.

I laid on the bed waiting for my death to come beckoning. Slowly,  my eyes became heavy, and I felt his hands on my body, his fingers slowly making it's way up my body, exploring every inch of my body. I sat up to see the shirtless Axios on my bed. I instantly got scared, but his fingers were giving me so much pleasure to turn it off. He smiled, realizing what he was doing to me, and instantly pushed me to the bed. I grabbed him, and our lips were fused together while his hands were roaming round my body, his touch giving me more pleasure than I could ever imagine.

I couldn't resist the burning sensation I felt in my very core. His tongue wandered around my neck, kissing every inch of me. I kept cheering him on with my moans. His hands slipped underneath my lingerie, and he pulled it off me within a second, baring my b**bs for his eyes to feast on. He grabbed my b**bs and began kneading them like a dough. I moaned, throwing my head backwards. He bent over to take my n*pple in his mouth. His lips was so warm and wet. I screamed out in pleasure, and he trailed his way down. He grabbed my pants.

I opened my eyes instantly, only to realize it was a dream. I sighed in relief.

"Stupid dream," I quickly said, but was cut off by the mysterious scent I had smelled the very first time I stepped into this house. It filled the room, I smiled, tossing from one side of the bed to another. I just couldn't get enough of it, as it was awakening something inside of me.

I was drowning in the scent while wondering why I was reacting to it so differently.

"Good morning."