Mated To The Ruthless Alpha King
Claimed By Him
Sarah twisted and turned on the cold concrete floor, trying in vain to get comfy enough to fall asleep. She had been living in this very dungeon for five years and yet she still couldn't get used to the funky scent and the crappy food and neither could she stand sleeping on the spiky floor. She had cramps all over and her neck felt as if it was falling off her shoulders. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to try and elevate her head using the small, rusty plate she had been fed in not too long ago.
As Sarah tried to bear through her everlasting torture, a loud beating against metal sounded then someone spoke loudly, the voice belonging to none other than Mr. Knack; the owner of the Human Trade branch she was currently residing at. "Today's your lucky day, sluts. The mighty Damon Kalesto--" He stretched the word 'mighty' with thick malice as his heavy footsteps resounded through the dark dungeon, striking fear into all who heard him approaching. "...is coming to get himself another sex slave, so everyone's gonna get to see daylight for a few minutes. You better keep yourselves in check because anyone who acts out will eat and sleep with my c*ck down their throat...Got it?"
A series of submissive yes sir's from the other women followed his warning, but as for Sarah, her curiosity was just beginning to surface.
"W-Who is this Damon Kalesto?" She dared to ask, sitting up slowly despite the lower-back pains that plagued her. From day one, they've never been allowed out of their cells unless they were chosen, bathing or dead. The werewolves were the ones who entered the dungeon and chose whoever suited their tastes. So now that this particular person was receiving special treatments, she was simply curious of his identity and influence.
But Mr. Knack thought of it otherwise. His eyes narrowed and he cracked his neck in preparation for what's to come. He threw the leather whip over his shoulder then walked closer to her cell until Sarah could vaguely see him through the rusty silver bars. "You dare to speak up when I didn't ask you to?" He said, grinning wickedly as he fished the key from his chest pocket and shoved it into the keyhole.
Sarah immediately curled herself into a ball. She knew exactly what would happen after Mr Knack grins like that...and it certainly wasn't a good experience. "Sorry." She mumbled, covering her mouth as she realized her mistake. She shouldn't have said anything. She should've just kept her mouth shut.
But if she was going to regret it now, there wasn't any use. He showed absolutely no mercy when anyone disobeyed his rules and once he's hellbend on having her punished, he'd definitely see it through. "I guess you didn't learn your lesson yesterday so I'll make sure you know to keep your mouth shut this time around...Clothes off!" He smirked whilst unbuckling his belt as he slowly walked up to her with the eyes of a predator and the expression of a complete lunatic.
she reached for the straps of her dress and began to slide it off her shoulders, but just when her breasts surfaced from under her clothing, one of Mr. Knack's subordinates
jingling in his hands. "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up
what the sudden rush was for, but she sighed in relief either way. She was thankful for whatever this disturbance
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large podium and the chair designated for their client was left in front of them. At first, they had been well organized into five horizontal groups of ten, but that alignment was soon long forgotten and now, the girls were bundled up against eachother, some whispering amongst themselves while others stood silently as they waited for another command. Sarah was one of the silent
even enjoy it to fullest. All she wanted to do right now, was to head back to the dungeons. The longer she stayed, the
passed before Mr. Knack announced that the Alpha King has arrived and was now
body upright. Biting her lip, she moved her eyes away from her feet and craned her neck to see the cruel werewolf
sitting in front of the podium, staring coldly at all the women before him. If he was the Damon Kalesto Mr. knack spoke of, then she wasn't sure if he came to find a sex-slave or
lips and sharp jawline. Every single thing about him was spectacular, but when it came to his eyes, all else seemed like a shadow