Her Slavery His Redemption

Chapter 6

Allerick's POV

I took the stairs two at a time as unfiltered thoughts of the day passed through my mind.

Today was nothing I would want to relive again.

From the deal, we lost due to the bad management by the godforsaken account officer, to the uncertainty that has come with this new slave.

I couldn't help but feel quite annoyed.

Knowing myself and my tendency to look into matters, I had originally planned to spend the entire evening in my room and try not to face reality.

But then, there is Ethan who is still hell bent on shutting me out of his life.

Who would have thought that a child of twelve could muster so much hate toward his dad

Still, I know better and he needs love and affection from a parent so he doesn't grow older and becomes as unredeemable as I am. He still has time to fight off what's in his head.

I unlocked the door to my room and suddenly my clothes all seemed tight for me to breathe. I couldn't wait to be free of them.

Maybe a cold shower would do the trick, I could stay under the flowing water for a few minutes.

It's almost like I'm burning up from within.

I won't be able to sleep again tonight. I already know that every night I get to replay that scene over and over again.

The image of Clara pulling the trigger, all because she wanted to show me that death was much better than being with me. Tsch...

I've prepared much work for me to dive into and keep myself busy throughout the night.

Besides the company needs a new hand, the fellow Mr. Cray has shown the possibility of being an irresponsible fellow. He probably thinks because he is related to me I wouldn't be able to get rid of him.

But before all that, I'd like to know exactly what I'm in for with this new slave girl. There's something I found about her to be very strange and exciting at the same time.

I could hear her moving in her room, which is just beside mine, but as I tried to read her thoughts, there it was again!

So it wasn't just something that had to do with her distance from me. Wow, in all my encounters, I have never met someone whom I can read.

This is getting really interesting.

This is why it was simply not so hard for me to find out Clara didn’t love me the same way I loved her and she was cheating shamelessly on me.

I waited to hear her thoughts again, but nothing came. She could not have been sleeping, I wonder if she's already looking for a way to escape.

Well, that made me curious, closing the book which I had convinced myself that I was reading, I walked straight to the connecting door, then proceeded to open it.

And there she was talking to herself as she paced around the room. Unaware of my presence in the room and with her back to me I could hear what she was saying under her breath.

"Assho.le? One would have thought with that sharp tongue of yours, you would at least be willing to say it to my face.” I tried to make my voice as chill as possible but I still scared her, she was frozen in place, just as if she had seen a ghost.

"The shock on your face says it all, so you don't need to explain it further. I've been called worse."

Her lips pathed as if unfiltered words were about to come out, but she slammed them together again.

"I don't need you to tell me when I should speak or when I shouldn't." Rosie spat back, apparently recovering from her initial shock which didn't last.

The creases in her forehead told me that she was thinking about something, now I'm positive about my earlier conclusion, because I'm right in front of her, but still I can't read her and I must say; it was genuinely frustrating.

My eyes alighted on the floor where a night dress lay. It had been Clara's. Apparently, her eyes followed mine because her next words were not a surprise.

"I have decided not to accept anything more from you, if you think for a minute that I'm some helpless, thoughtless slave think again Mr.!"

I moved unconsciously towards her and caught her by the arm, holding her chin in place with my free hand.

No one. . . Absolutely no one has spoken to me in that manner since Clara. It took every bit of self control in me not to hurt her as those images flashed before my eyes. Something that has never happened while I was awake.

“Who the he.ll are you?” I growled, holding her chin firmer.

“You are hurting me!” She protested, trying to wiggle her way out of my grip.

“Please stop’’ She pleaded again, but I didn’t seem to hear her. Warm tears touched my hands, they were hers. And only then was I able to break free from the memory.

Who is she? How the he.ll is she able to make me like this? What was she doing to me?” I released my grip from her chin a little too late.

She ran to the other end of the room, away from my wrath.

Yes, that's exactly what I want. I want her to fear me, I told myself. Just like the others, she is no different. She is one of the many useless slaves I have been led to find, there was absolutely nothing different about her, I thought to myself.

"You will know your place, and you will act as you should," I said.

“I don’t expect anything kinder from you, I never thought you would be better." I heard her faint whisper. I looked at her but she was not looking at me.

D.amn! I need to find the witch as early as I can, I need an explanation about all of this.

But before then I must make a drastic change.

“Meet me in my room" I announced, as I started to make my way out of the room that had somehow become a little bit strange to me. . .

“Never!” She said, "I'll never be your s*x slave".

She straightened up immediately, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and shot me the most defying look ever.

I am sure the words surprised her like they surprised me, but I didn't want to wait to think about it, I just needed to act. But slowly this time. My face hardened but I didn't say a word.

I walked through the connecting door, waiting for her to follow through, I gave her enough time to pull herself together.

A whole ten minutes passed before I saw a figure standing in the doorway through the corner of my eye. I was not sure if I would be able to hold myself from strangling her if I ever got to that point again, so I decided to approach with caution and be patient.

I took my eyes off the files on my desk and turned to face her fully in the low light of the room, the sight that met mine was one I never expected to see. There she was, my slave, in all her glory, naked before me.