The Slave

Chapter 19

You told me that you loved me.

You told me that I'm the only one for you.

That you'll never leave me.

That you're sorry.

But I don't belive you.

I'll be a fool to belive the sound,

that was made from your hell hole of lies.

When Athiss looked arouned the room, he realized that he was not the only one in it. The twins where snoozing away on the couch. When Athiss saw the sleeping twins at first he was shocked, but the shock melted ten times faster than an ice cream in the hotest summer. His brain that finally desided to function fast, thought of a thousand reasons why the alpha twins where there, with the speed of a moving bullet that was just fired from the barel of a g*n. Out of the one thousand reasons he thought of, on why the twins where here. Only one of them stuck.

They knew about the pregnance. He was lying down on a hospital bed, the twins where leaning on each other on the couch, while their consciousness was in La La Land. Athiss was stupid but not dumb, he may have never been in any of the four corners of school but he was not dumb. He didn't need to be told why the Alpha Kings were snoozing away on the couch, in his hospital room. They knew about the pregnance and they where here to suck up to him, here to shawer him with love, care, attention and affection like it was no mans buisness.

Well it was a mans buisness.

It was Athiss buisness.

He thought to himself, that if they where hear to suck up to him, then he might as well enjoy the attention they where given to him. The idea of show casing the love that the twin would shawer on him, like a model on a runway in front of Blu made him to have an erection.

Yer, Athiss got hard from just imaging the scroll on Blu's face.

When the twins finally woke up they saw that Athiss was already awake and just like primary school girls with a cruch on a man, they smiled like hand made ideots. They both stood up from the bed and walked over to the hospital bed Athiss was lying down on, each taking a sit by the side of the bed. After they sat down the goddess of akwared silence had desided to pay them a visit for five minets. When finaly the goddess of awkared silence left, one of the twins faked a cough to test the sound waves in the room.

Seth being the ever so loud and stright to the point twin, desided to end the wait, just rip of the band aid and droop the bomb. But first, a littel bitting around the bush never hurts anybody. It was like a minuet, the voices playing as the music and the people playing as the forever graceful dancers.

"Athiss, how do you feel?" Seth asked in a nice voice, that wasn't a shock to anyone with a functioning brain.

"I feel alright, Master." Athiss said. Athiss knew that from the minute that the twins woke up he was suppos to great them, after all he was nothing but a slave and as a slave, they were his Masters. But Athiss wanted to test the waters, he wanted to see how far they would take their pretend love to. Or maybe their love was not a pretend, maybe they did love him?

Well, no!

They didn't love him, they loved the child in his temporary womb and nothing more.

"Wen would like to give this mating a try. For the baby, it would be unfear to them if they where born in a family that doesn't have love in it. We know we haven't been the best mates to you, but we want that to change. So lets just put everthing that has happened in the past, in the past and lets just forget about it."

"You don't have to worry about Blu, his no longer in the picture. He moved out of our place this morning, just some few hours ago. Look Athiss, we don't want you to feel unconfortabel, this is your home now. You're alowed to move around but with supervision. We have assigned two gaurds to always be with you, when your outside the Alpha's floor. Zhail is your personal slave so you're always going to be with him. His job is to help you and not to kill you. What happened yesterday should not repeat it's self. Zhaile has already been punished for his stupidity, his just lucky that nothing happened to the child." Seth hissed out. Poisonous saliva flaying out, it's acidity borning what so ever it touched.

"Your job Athiss is to take care of yourself, this child and try to better our relasionship, nothing more."

When Athiss heard this, he didn't think about them saying that they wanted to give their so called mating a try or about the fact that the Alphas basically kicked Blu out of the palace for him. What he thought about was how long he had been out. He was shocked that he was out for more than five hours, just for a simple alergic reaction.

For some unknown reason at this monent, Athiss remembered one of his many reoccuring dreams.

Athiss had always had a dream and in that dream he was runing. The woods were dark, it was night. The soil was wet, it had just rained. There was a song playing, it was the animals singing. But the music produced by the animals did nothing to dullout out the demonic sounds of footsteps behind them.

Behind then?

Athiss looked at his hand that was being held by someone. The person that was holding his hand was graging him, erging him on to run faster. He looked at his feets.

No shose.

No wonder he could feel the wettness of the forest soil. As he ran, he could feel as the blunt stones dug into his soft feet. The sharp stones tering into him, like a hungry man devawering the lips of a mujer hermosa. The sticks, the thorn, all stabing into his littel feets with the power of a thrusting stalion. He looked at the hand that was holding him while they ran. The hand was nothing but skin and bone. He loked at the person that was holding his hand and with just one look he knew that the woman he was running with was his mother. He had seen this woman many times and in many of his dreams, but he had never seen her face. No matter how hard he tried to see her face in all his dreams, he just couldn't. A white vaile had always covered her face, even when the wind blew so strongly it never slipt even an inch.

Athiss had no idea where him and his faceless mother where going, where they were running to, who was chasing them. But it was believed that a childs eyes of the spirit was opend, their ears sensitive to the wispers of the dead and their bodies responsive to the touch of Death. As they ran Athiss could feel the red eyes of Death on them, watching them. The wind blew but Athiss knew it wasn't the wind, it was the voices of the dead calling unto them.

But they had ran.

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I don't know what we did.

But death had come to use that night.

And there was no blood of the lamb,

to rub on our foreheads.

I had prayed that death would pass me over

and unto the next.

Not caring about my next.

And death had heard my prays and passed unto the next.

But at my right, the next was a man I never knew.

And at my left, was a mother with no face.

And Death had heared my prays,

leaving me crying for a mother.