Chapter 3 S*x slave

"Sex slave? No, that's a bad idea!" Venom kicked against the idea. I could see Luca's expression change; at that moment, all he felt was defeat. He's so dumb to have thought I would let him have her.

"I have made up my mind, Venom!" I cut her off, then faced the rest;

"From today henceforth, she's my slave, meaning only I have the right to sex her or punish her. Anyone who dares lay a hand on her will have me to contend with." Again, I heard Luca chuckle.

Seeing that I wasn't joking when I said I would punish anyone who dared lay a hand on her, no one dared argue further.

"That's all for today. You may all go back to your duty posts." With that, I stood up and stormed out of the meeting room. No one dared murmur a thing until I banged the door. I could hear their loud chatter from outside, but that's the least of my problems. I must get her out of that place immediately.

"Boss," I heard someone call from behind. I turned to see Nanny Daisy approaching. I quickly walked up to her.

"Nanny, is everything okay?" It's rare seeing her come to me directly; she usually sends the maids.

"She's refused to eat anything since morning." My face darken with anger. Why in God's name is she hell-bent on making things hard for herself?

"Help her take a shower, change her into something better, then bring her to my room." Nanny batted her lids.

"Your room?" I nodded frustratingly.

SARAH

"Hey," a hand tapped me. I slowly opened my eyes to see who it was. "Good afternoon, ma'am," I greeted, sitting up.

"How are you feeling? Why haven't you touched your food?" the old lady asked, patting my hair. Somehow, I felt uncomfortable having her ask me those questions. Isn't everyone here wicked? Why's she being nice to me? I ignored her question and then asked,

"Who are you, and why are you being nice to me?" She smiled faintly.

"You can call me Nanny Daisy." I nodded. "Come on, the don wants me to prepare you." She continued. I raised my brows.

"For what? Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking." The thought of him taking me as his sex slave clouded my mind. I have read stories where they kidnap ladies and turn them into sex slaves. I just pray I don't suffer that fate.

"Don't keep the don waiting; get up and follow me!" Seeing that she was already getting pissed off by my reluctant behavior, I stood up immediately, storming after her.

As I followed her, I noticed none of the people we met said a thing to me or even tried to bully me like the others did. Something is definitely not right, but all the same, I'm happy they didn't come for me.

I followed her into a large living room where we saw lots of maids. She paused to say something to a maid, giving me the opportunity to feast my eyes. The maid standing next to me chuckled, jolting me out of my imaginary world. I was busy admiring the whole place that I forgot the nanny was standing there waiting for me.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

***

"Get in; the maids will help you take a bath." I gasped.

"Help me do what? Come on, old lady, I'm perfectly fine; I can do that myself!" I know I sounded rude, but at this moment, I don't care. Why the hell is she telling them to give me a bath? Am I some sort of baby?

"Don't argue, Sarah! Do as you are told. That's the bathroom over there; don't keep the boss waiting!" She sneered at me. Gawd! What offense did that witch commit that I have to be tormented this way? First, he brought me here, and now he wants me in his room. Why's my life so complicated?

"Sarah!!" The nanny yelled. I quickly rushed into the bathroom, where three maids were already waiting for me. I yanked my dress off my body, then entered the bathtub. My skin crawled as I felt their eyes boring deep into my skin. On a normal occasion, I would be shy, but things seem different today. I have made up my mind to accept whatever fate I face here, and I only see this as the beginning.

A few minutes later, they were done dealing with my body. I muttered a thank you, which they didn't even bother to answer, but I cared less. I'm already getting used to their cold shoulders.

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and walked out of the bathroom. The nanny had already prepared a dress; it was a short red body-hugging gown. I was forced to ask if that was to be worn by me but only got a glare in response. I kept my mouth shut, allowing the maids to do their duty. They made me sit in front of a mirror, applied lotion on my body, then worked their magic on my face. I almost didn't recognize myself when they were done with everything. I stared at myself in the mirror, forcing a smile on my pretty face. I looked really beautiful, but for who? I should be happy I was getting a princess treatment, but I wasn't.

I adjusted my skimpy dress for the uptenth time as I followed the nanny like a lost sheep. My tension increased when she stopped in front of a door and asked me to knock. I stared at her pleadingly, hoping she could just save me from this mess. But then she yelled at me,

"I won't repeat myself, Sarah. Knock!" I thought she was a nice person; turns out she's just like everyone else in here-cold and heartless. I slowly knocked on the door. Almost immediately, I heard his intimidating voice.

"Come in." My heartbeat accelerated. I looked back only to realize the nanny was nowhere to be seen. She's gone, leaving me to face my cruel fate.