His Prisoner

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

"Get the dishes in the sink, take the clothes from Irene and take them to the laundry." Lorella announced, another one of our housekeepers, despise the fact her position was bestowed to her after Madam Mathilde and Madam Melina, she never neglected us.

Her voice was always soothing and sweet, I never had any honourable chances to privately talk to her since she was more of an night keeper instead of a general day one. However she always perfected at keeping the castle alive and steady at the night.

Nodding in response, I clambered back to the dinner table, stacking the expensive glass plates in my left hand and gathering golden brown utensils in my right on, I jogged back to the kitchen. Entering inside, I take my chance and gently pile all the places and glasses together.

Once satisfied, I nod at Elisa, telling her that I am done with collecting the dishes and she can start to wash them. A small, soft smile appears on her dull face and she strongly nods her head. Her face and body practically screams sleep, I can tell how weak and unhealthy she has gotten but I couldn't help her.

I can't even help my own self how could I help someone else?

The extreme cold water flushes down the faucets as she sponges the plates before pushing them underneath the freezing water.

I look away, not wanting to see the working conditions here in this castle. Whether it was night time or the morning, only some special girls were given proper care while the others destroy themselves working day and night.

I wasn't ever given proper attention, but a lot of these people talk s**t about me behind my back and oh what almighty sins I have done.

But they never dared to open their mouth infront of me. It was just like a strong glue was brushed on their lips whenever they walked to me.

I walked out of the kitchen, my legs moved around the wooden floor, trying its best not to slip and unconsciously pass out. I couldn't express how sleepy I was feeling, my lids were dropping down, my limbs were turning numb and the left energy was violently draining out from me.

I needed to sleep.

"Bad luck you can't." A screeching voice lumbered to my ears, I looked forward to see the one and only enemy, Irene, standing in front of me and holding a huge bucket of dirty clothes scattered around while she effortlessly twisted a piece of her brown lock in her finger.

"Keep your brain umder your skin and don't interfere in my matters ever." I quickly replied back, grabbing the heavy basket away from her. Her face turns into a scowl as she throws the bucket on me, the potion still in my body, with ease I take it.

Turning around to leave, her voice once again stops me. "Its all your fault." She muttered but I wasn't that deaf so I could hear it clear.

"What's my fault?" I questioned, swinging back to her. I am sure it has been a few days since I have last hit someone.

"Nothing slut." She speaks tiredly before moving backwards to leave the hallway.

"Excuse me! Who are you calling slut?" I confess with anger storming out of my voice, how dare she calls me a slut.

I haven't kissed or willingly touched anyone in my life and if people do it without my constant its not my fault, most of werewolf population is crowded with perverts who will go horny if they see a mateless girl, however that's not my case since I am a human.

Finding a mate is nearly impossible for a human. Its more like a curse if a werewolf gets a human as it's mate.

"I don't want to fight with you! I am really tired, I am going to sleep, we'll continue this tomorrow after lunch okay?" She yawned.

"Fine." I grumbled as she walked away from me. I was left alone in the cloudy darkness of this hallway, making my way to the laundry room, in the dark, I lost my way couple times.

After countless tries searching for the laundry room, I once again found myself miserably standing in the same exact hallway. I needed to sleep, I was getting tired but when a rough male voice made its way to my ear, I jogged to the place where I heard his voice in middle of the night.

Why was he awake?

When I found myself slowing down and my innocent eyes poorly staring a the horrifying scene in front of me I couldn't help but quickly move back in the shadows.

Where I belonged...

A girl, dressed in completely black was passionately kissing my Erik and he didn't even push her way instead he proudly kissed her back, his eyes sparkling love for this unknown woman as I plunged my fingers and curled them around the basket, literally twisting it in endless pain.

My heart wrenched tightly before throbbing with severe agony and extreme jealousy signalling through my eyes and I continued to stare at them and the disgusting act they continued to make. His back was face to me, he couldn't see me however the woman definitely saw me and she pulled back after that.

Studying her violet eyes and pale skin color, I got a little more confused. She wasn't a werewolf neither a human instead she was something way worse, her smell was different...everything was vague.

"Who is she?" She spoke, breaking the silence. I gasped from her sudden soothing voice but I didn't dare to move, why would I? I am not the person who was doing sinful things in front of a sixteen year old girl. Neither I am the person who supposed to apologise for loving me.

He turns around, color draining of his face and confusion building in his eyes when he saw me standing in the end of the living room, watching them.

"Oh she is a slave...go do your work." He shooed me off, sitting down on the couch. Tears threateningly started to collect around my dropping eye lids, I gulped trying my best not to cry in front of these monsters.

My heart officially owned the first black hole of extreme sorrow.