Chapter 3 Lying to a Monster

MILA'S POV

"So, you expect me to be a fool and believe all you just said?" Hernia questioned me, her eyes roving around my body as she equally walked around me. I could feel my heart racing, while my palms had suddenly become sweaty.

I knew it. It was just like I told Nina. She was never going to believe me. This woman was smarter than even the goddess herself.

"Have you suddenly gone deaf?" She whacked me harder on my neck that I staggered, almost falling to the ground. I cried and hissed in so much pain at the sting of the slap I felt at the exact spot she had hit me.

"I'm sorry. I - I -" I tried my possible best to swallow back the tears that threatened to trickle down my cheeks while I spoke. The last thing I wanted was another round of grave beating from her if she caught me crying.

"Speak up, you dimwit!" She yelled furiously at me, and I shook in fear. I summoned enough courage to look up to her when I was sure I would not tear down in tears.

"I am not lying. It's the truth." I said to her.

Again, I had to summon the courage of not shaking, and my mouth not quivering when I told the lie. If I dared her to suspect I was lying, and she finds out that it is eventually true, that would definitely be the end of me.

Who knows? This could be the time when she would throw me into the dungeons.

"You mean to tell me that every stall in that market do not have the exact fabric I want. Is that it? Huh!" She yelled again, taking closer steps towards me.

"Yes ma. That is the truth. I was asked to come tomorrow." I said to her again, hoping my last statement was going to make her realize that I could eventually not be telling a lie.

"Hmm." She scoffed, and resumed walking around me.

Sooner than I expected, she burst into a deafening but dangerous laughter. I swallowed hard when she stopped, and I didn't see her in front of me. It only meant that she was practically behind me. But doing what? I wondered.

"You know Mila," she began, and I could feel her hand travel down my body from behind, sending a cold, chilly feeling down my spine.

Truth be told, it was just a weird action because she had never done something like that before. Unless she was cooking up something sinister. And that thought alone scared the hell out of me.

"I had planned that when you come back home with the fabric, your workload would reduce so you can rest early enough. But at this point," she made a clicking sound with her tongue. "You can't do that." She finalized, and I felt my heart sink into my chest. I was no fool not to understand what she meant.

"Now, you're going to come with me, and we would go back to the market. I would like to ask the stall owners myself." She said.

"Oh, God." I cried deep inside me. What was I going to do now?

"Let's move now." She urged as she walked forward.

"But it's late. They must have closed." I found myself saying before I could even realize the gravity of my words.

"How dare you talk back at me?" She landed a revolting slap across my face. This time, my strength could no longer stand up to it that I fell weakly to the ground. At that same moment, I felt the hot, burning tears begin to trickle down my face while I still held on to the spot she had slapped me.

"Come here, you piece of shit." She didn't stop there. She walked towards me and began to drag me towards the door by my hair. I could do nothing but cry. I knew that none of my pleas were going to make any sense to her. So, why try in the first place?

The pain, I felt, intensified when the dragging didn't stop. Thanks to her large bedroom, the previous bruising I had gotten from the wolves at the market added to the pain. All of these would have been easier if I was a wolf, an actual wolf with her powers, so I could heal.

Before she could open the door, it burst open, revealing my uncle, her husband, in the person of Aaron Jillian.

"What is going on here?" His deep, yet scary voice resounded in my ears.

"I'm only trying to teach this useless omega a lesson she would never forget." Hernia responded. Her hands were still in my hair, ready to continue dragging the moment her husband moved out of the way.

"I think it's enough for the lesson. Whatever the problem might be, it can be sorted out tomorrow." He said, and walked in. He didn't even bother sparing me a look.

Even if I couldn't see the expression on Hernia's face, I could tell that she was livid, considering the renewed strong grip on my hair.

If she was equally surprised, I was also surprised because this was the first time Aaron was bailing me out of a punishment without even wanting to know what the problem might be.

When he was sitting on the wooden chair, close to his bed, I had a perfect view of him, and I could see from the expression on his face that there was something wrong. He must have had a bad day, I guess.

"Aaron." She called out his name, but nothing came from him. Not even a stare.

Before I could even process any thoughts, Hernia left hold of my hair, and stood behind me.

"Now, crawl on your knees to your quarters." She said, her expression producing a deadly stare.

"Griven!" She called out, "make sure she crawls to her room"