Akira's Fate With The Alpha King

I suddenly cracked up, fully realizing that this was real. I didn’t know what was funny but I laughed.

“No.”

He turned beet red at my answer. “No?”

“No. I won’t take off my clothes. Get me the fuck out of here.” I rose to my full height and folded my hands, a sham smile on my lips.

The sudden smirk he gave me, chilled me to the bones but my stance didn’t falter.

“Well then, I guess you leave me no choice but to whip you.”

That, that right there was what made my facade falter, I snapped my gaze to the maid beside me, but she gave me none of her attention. “W-What?”

He couldn’t possibly think of whipping me, could he? I looked around to find out that we had the attention of other guards and maids close by.

He beamed. “I have always enjoyed mixing pleasure and pain. But I must say, the pain I inflict on innocent humans as you gives me so much pleasure.”

He looked at the maid beside me. “Hold her down.”

The next few seconds were a complete blur to me. The next thing I knew, she bounded both of my wrists with her hand. I was shocked at the amount of strength a feeble girl like her had.

The guard harshly ripped my gown into two from the back, baring my back and ass to him. The only thing stopping my breast from the eyes of others was the front of my gown.

I heard the sound of the whip in the air before I felt it and it burned. I screamed nonstop in anguish as he whipped me three more times in the same spot. All attempts to free myself from the maid’s grip were futile and all I could do was stand there and take it.

By the time he was done, my face was red from all the tears and pain and the throbbing in my head intensified.

The maid gently steadied me and I watched with blurry eyes as the guard glared at her.

“Bath her and give her what to change into. When you’re done, take her to Yelena who will assign her duties to her.” He barked out the order before storming off.

She pursed her lips and inhaled before loudly exhaling. She softly helped me out of the gown and my heel, leaving me in just my black pair of panties.

I wrapped my arms around my chest– inwardly cursing myself for refusing to wear a bra– as she walked me to the other edge of the fountain, which was far from the leering eyes of others.

“Wait here.” She ordered before walking away. I looked into the forest, a few metres away, wondering what would happen if I tried to run away.

I shivered when the feeling of being watched washed over me, I quickly looked back at the mansion and my eyes caught a glimpse of a retreating figure in the shadows of the window right at the top floor of the building. My cheeks flushed at the thought of someone watching me.

“This should help for now.”

Carla’s voice startled me and she looked at where my gaze was before looking down at me.

I looked at her hands to find her holding a washcloth and a small bottle of oil.

“This is for your wound.” She announced, shaking the bottle of oil.

She giggled when she saw the sceptical look on my face. “Don’t worry, it’s safe. You aren’t the first girl to be whipped.”

Her smile warmed my heart and I felt the need to introduce myself. “I’m Akira.”

She made me sit on the tiled edge of the fountain and I winced at the chilliness. “I know. Your friend told me about you.”

I gasped, surprised. “Eve? I thought she was placed in the other cell.”

She nodded as she placed the washcloth in the water before wringing the water out. “She was, until last night. She isn’t as stubborn as you are.”

I chuckled, the chuckle turned into a whimper as she placed the surprisingly soft and warm cloth on my back. The water from the fountain was also warm, immediately alleviating the pain on my back.

“What do you mean?” I asked her desperately trying to choke back a sob as she gently wiped the cuts on my back.

“She didn’t put up a fight. Unlike you and the other girl.” She responded, wringing out the mixture of blood and water from the cloth.

Eve was the fiercest one out of both of us. I was confused as to why she hadn’t put up a fight.

“What’s your name?” I asked, recalling that I forgot to ask her name.

“Carla.” She smiled.

She added a black substance to the washcloth and when it began to lather, she started wiping the makeup off my face.

“That’s a beautiful name,” I murmured with my eyes closed as she rinsed the dirt off my face.

She finished washing me up in silence and I gently changed into the maid gown after she applied the oil on my back.

It was a black dress with white trim, and a full skirt. She then gave me a pair of simple black loafers and styled my red hair in a loosed ponytail.

Once I was dressed to her content, we both walked to the house with my ripped dress, thong and heel long forgotten.