Wicked Master's Trap

Chapter 6

The sun was rising with its full grace, and nature was unfolding her treasures at the first ray of sunrise. Meanwhile, two broken girls were sleeping on the cold floor of the basement.

A shriek escaped from Kiara's mouth when a sudden splash of water hit her petite frame.

" Wake up! Did you forget Today is Master's Asher taking over the ceremony? Return to your duties now get up, Quick, " she heard Mozelle snapping at them.

Whimpering, Kiara tried to stand up, but the burning pain on her back made her stumbled down on the floor.

Tears escaped from her eyes when she couldn't get to stand up on her own. She didn't want to get beaten again, but her petite frame was not letting her stand up. She felt like all of her strength had vanished away. Kiara had always been the weak one. Her delicate and small body was too petite for this type of laboring life.

Suddenly she felt soft hands helping her to stand up. Looking up, she sees her Poor friend Gabrielle trying to help her.

A whimper left from Kiara's mouth while seeing Gabrielle state. Even in such a wounded state, she was still helping her.

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Today Dominic  mansion was full of rustling. Servants were running here and there. Preparations were going on with great enthusiasm in the preeminent hall.

Upstairs in one of the big giant bedrooms, the black curtains were opened by the male butler Patrick. The room was not any luxury room, but it was a gratification of luxury. The height of pleasing from expensive bedding to glorious bedroom chandelier offered a glimpse into the world that seems just out of reach. Grays and silvers walls were creating a sparkling, luxurious feel.

" Good Morning, Master, " Patrick spoke while bending his head in respect.

While a shirtless man was sleeping on his stomach with his muscular back facing towards the ceiling, Sunlight which was coming from the glass door that separated the balcony from his room, fell on his sharp face making him stir lightly.

" What is the time? " He grumbled with his hoarse voice.

" It's noon. Your taking over ceremony is going to be at 2, " Patrick replied.

" s**t, " Asher cursed while sitting upon his bed. Last night consuming too much alcohol caused him to wake up this late in the morning.

" Do you want something, Master? " Patrick asked.

" No, you can go, Patrick, " Asher replied while rubbing his temples to soothe the headache.

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" Are you Okay, Kiara? GO and sit there. I will do your work, " Gabrielle worriedly asked the pale-looking Kiara.

After returning from the basement, both the punished girls were given some medicine for the pain. The pill did help, but still, poor Kiara felt out of strength. Whenever the episodes of last night come into her mind, she felt her body uncontrollably shivering from the fear. The torture left the little girl with a great shock.

" I am fine, Gabby, " Kiara softly smiled at the sad-looking Gabrielle.

" I am so sorry, Kiara. It's all because of me that you are in this state," Gabrielle cried.

" Don't cry, Gabrielle. It was never your fault. In Fact, we were never at fault, but still, they punished only us, " Kiara whimpered, remembering the horrible night of pain.

" We will run away from here, "  Gabrielle uttered with confidence.

" No, don't say it, Gabriele. If anyone heard, we would be in trouble again, " Kiara whispered while looking at her surrounding.

Sighing, Gabrielle nodded her head, returning to her work.

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On the other hand, in the preeminent hall, High-quality furnishings were established for sitting. The room with opulent, expensive touches was getting the attentiveness of people to aesthetic details.  A giant room with fresh air coming from the windows and its walls were decorated, with original art on the walls were crowded with the Noblemen and women of Menderly.

With the champagne of glass in his, Mr. Dominic moved towards the stage. His white hair shows the maturity of his age.

 " Welcome, Everybody, " he said with his austere voice while raising his glass of champagne in the air. Following him, the other people raised their hands of champagne too. It was a custom of greeting each other in Menderly.

" You all must be already aware of this occasion today, but I still would like to declare that I Emson Dominic is retiring from my position, and My son, Asher Dominic, is the following Leader of Dominic empire. "

The sounds of clap and cheering echoed in the giant room. People turned and bowed to their new leader standing in the center, looking so dominating, wearing his black tuxedo.

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" Congratulation, man, " Zander said to his cousin, who was standing on the porch puffing smoke from his cigar.

Asher slightly nodded his head, acknowledging his presence, " Well, everyone is looking for you inside or more like to serve their girls to you, " Zander sneered, making Asher groaned. 

He was irritated as hell when the men inside were representing off their daughters to him, but none was like his little one. His little one is innocent and pure, but the women inside all looked like sluts with their short dresses begging for a f**k. Hell ! he had f****d them well before but now, after seeing his little girl, grown-up so well for him, he can't get his mind away from her.

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" What about you? Aren't you going to f**k any? " Asher spoke, making Zander scoffed, " You know who I want to devour right now. "

" You are really going to eat that young girl, " Asher replied.

" Don't speak like you are a real gentleman here. I know what is going on inside that sick head of yours for that blackhead girl? " Zander replied, earning a glare from Asher.

" Hey, isn't that your girl? " Zander suddenly said while looking towards a petite figure.

Immediately Asher's eyes followed the direction to see his tiny girl walking with stumbling steps like a baby who is taking her first step.

 " Why is she looking so pale? No offense, Man but, she is so fragile for a man like you, " Zander shrugged.

Listening to Zander's remarks, Asher saw indeed his little girl looked quite pale. She was never this pale yesterday. What happened to her? Why is she walking like this? Occupied, in his thoughts, he saw his little girl falling on the floor, Clutching her back like she is in pain.

Not hearing what Zander was speaking about, he started to move towards the petite figure.

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 On the other hand, Poor Kiara, difficultly, stood up from the ground. With feeble steps, she started to move towards the laundry room for her next duty. Suddenly, she felt someone grabbing her arm and tugged her inside the lightly dim room, surrounded by laundry operations. 

She felt strong arms circling her waist, turning her around. All happened so suddenly that Poor Kiara got no chance to cry for help. As she was going to yell for help, Her face got cupped by warm, big hands, making her look towards a handsome face.

" M... Master, " she stuttered, seeing Master Asher enclosing her in his arms. He lightly caressed her soft lips with his thumb but clenched his jaw when his gaze fell on the handprints marks on her face. His hands tightened around her waist, making Kiara yelped in pain.

Hearing the faint whimper escaping her mouth, Asher felt a twitch in his groin.

Not knowing what to do, Kiara gulped, not daring to look into his eyes.

Remembering his little one, clutching her back, outside, He spurned her around with a single flick. Sliding her silky black hair, aside he grabbed the small zip of her dress.

" M... Master, N... no, " Kiara yelped while struggling to get free from his hold but stopped on hearing a rough voice, " Stop moving. "

Asher always speaks less but, when he does, he makes sure to leave an effect on others solely but in the case of his little girl Asher loved how a shiver ran down her body.

He slowly opened her zip, making Kiara's breath nearly go stop.

Contrary, Asher clenched his hands in a fist on seeing his little one's back wounded so bad. He very slightly caressed her back only to earn a whimper full of pain. He swore that whoever did this to his little one, he will make them pay.