Samantha's POV

I was pushed by the slave masters till we got into an apartment, it was the first beautiful apartment my eyes had ever seen. It was a luxury, seeing it only was a blessing to my eyes, the white sparkly walls and the beautiful well-tiled floor was appeasing.

"Wow" I mouthed before I was pushed roughly reminding me that I was still a slave.

I moved and was finally settled in front of a mirror. I took a look at my face in the mirror, it was as I expected, rough and dirty but I knew very well that under those dirt's, I still had that almost perfect skin that Granny had always loved.

"Now take a look at your dirty and ugly faces, we can't have you all go have a taste of finest men dressed and looking like that, so have some decent clothes," one of the slave masters said.

We were thrown clothes and pushed from bathrooms to bathrooms. I was almost moved to tears.

Like these people are being like this just because they want to get us raped. They are showing us nice things all of a sudden to rape us.

Well, you feed what you want to kill to eat, right?

I got into the bathroom like every other one.

I spent a long time in the shower, who knows when next I will be having this sort of luxury bath? Perhaps I will never be an opportunity to have it.

I allowed the cold water to slide on my skin for several minutes, the water sometimes mixing with my warm tears that gushed out at the thought of Granny.

Whatever was Granny's fate, it definitely could not be a luxury bath nor could it be being defiled, it could be worse.

I was glad that no one interrupted my minutes of bath... No, it should have been up to an hour.

I dried my body and put on the dress I was given, it was a blue gown that looked beautiful and decent but I guess decency is not something that the slave masters want from any of us tonight.

"Cara" I called and she let out a whimper that made my heart shrink.

I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked beautiful, better than all other days I have memories of, my face was now clean and beautiful, revealing the flawless skin that had always been hidden underneath.

I sighed and opened the bathroom door to see.....

"Nothing?"

"There's no one here" I mumbled taking slow and quiet steps.

"Maybe everyone had been taken away already, we spent a long time in the bath," Cara said, a hint of hope evident in her voice now and I reasoned with her.

"If there is no one here then I... I can escape!"

Without any further thoughts or hesitation, I raced towards the door and turned the knob, hoping to meet it open and it was.

"It is open Cara, it is open" I mumbled in glee.

I dashed into the corridors and was glad that it was all empty. Tearing away a part of the quite fitting gown off me to aid my running, I sprinted out of the huge house that I had been enslaved in all my life.

I got to the gate and lifted the huge and heavy padlock but it fell from my hands and in a clumsy attempt to grab it before it would touch the floor, I ended up making it hit the metal gate creating a loud clattering noise.

"Who is there?!" I heard a harsh voice ask, a voice I recognized to be that of one of the slave masters.

I ignored the voice and pushed the heavy metallic gate and dashed out of the place.

"Stop there!!" I heard a loud and harsh voice but I wasn't going to give up my chance to get away from this dreaded life and save my wolf side too

I heard the gates bang behind me and I turned to see three men chasing after me.

With fear in my heart of what could be done to me if I was caught, I sped up, making absolute use of all strength in my legs.

"I promise you, Cara, we are going to survive this" I mumbled and that seemed to boost my morale as I quickened up my pace.

It could have been a surge of adrenaline or something else but I felt that I ran faster.

I halted momentarily on getting to the woods but a glance at my back told me that I had to go on. I ran into the woods, immersing myself in its darkness.

I knew hiding was of no use, I would be scent out in a few minutes. I only had one option and that was to run.

I moved deeper into the woods, with footsteps sounding behind me to remind me that I was still being chased.

I finally saw a ray of light at the far side of the woods which indicated that I would soon be out of it.

I turned back to look at how close the ones chasing me were but that was a huge mistake, I tripped and fell in a millisecond, crashing down onto the leaves with a small scream.

I covered my mouth, breathing heavily. It seemed that I was glued to the spot, my legs were weak already with several scars from the thorns of the woods.

A whimper from Cara brought me back to life and that was all it took for me to get back on my feet and continue running. I ran through the woods and eventually got out of it.

A car was parked right in the middle of the road that the woods had led me to. I could see the owner of the car bent over the bonnet but that wasn't the issue now.

I ran as fast and as light as I could. I opened up the booth of the car and fortunately for me, it was open!

Without any further thoughts, I plunged myself into both of the cars, closing them gently after me.

I breathed heavily inside the car and hopes silently that I would not be caught here and killed brutally like every other slave that had attempted to run away.

My heartbeat increased as I heard the footsteps which I knew were of the slave masters. The footsteps halted for a moment.

"Come out!" I heard an authoritative voice call out, the voice was cold and demanded a whole lot of respect.

I heard my slave masters footsteps once more. I couldn't hear whatever was being said by the slave masters and this person that possessed the highly authoritative voice.

Whoever was the owner of this car, I just hope he wasn't one of the slave masters.

After a short while, I heard the footsteps of the slave masters once more and it soon faded away.

My breath hitched as I heard another stable footstep moving towards the booth, I tightened my eyes, sweats breaking off my forehead and lips trembling badly.

Then, there was a pat on the booth, thrice it came, with each sound ripping off my heart.

The person moved again and in a few seconds, the car was moving.

I let out a sigh of relief as the car moved.

"Thank you so much," Cara said to me.

"Welcome"

But to me, this wasn't over. Who was this man taking me? And where is he taking me to? I even have no idea if he knows I am here or not.

After almost half an hour of driving, the car halted and with it came a sudden jerk of my heart.

The car door opened and closed and in a few seconds, the man was standing by the booth, I was sure of that from the sounds of his footsteps.

With a sudden jerk, he opened the booth and my eyes widened, with my heart almost ripping off.

He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen, he was dressed in black which even helped in emitting his powerful aura. My eyes moved from his waist side to his face, assessing his body slowly.

Once my eyes met with his eyes that seemed to be emitting cold lasers, I looked away from him. I am a slave, I am not to look directly into the eyes of anyone else.

"Who are you and why are they chasing after you?"

" I... I am... I am...." I stuttered, not knowing what to say.

He went quiet and the temptation to look at his face grew, I wanted to at least know what was going on in his mind but the fear of what could happen next made me keep to myself.

"You are?" He asked again, a tone of impatience in his voice.

"I a Samantha" I replied quickly.

"First, out of my car" he ordered in that same demanding voice and I clumsily got out of the booth in a hurry, hitting my head in the act but the pain was better than the emotional pains I could feel if I had been taken away to be defiled.

I stood a few meters away from him, my gaze on the floor while my fingers teased each other while I waited for his next words which he took time in uttering like his words were a prized possession, not worthy of a slave like me.

"Samantha, too long. I'd call you Mantha" he mumbled and I found it pretty strange.

With just three syllables, my name was not long but even if it was, calling me Sam would have been better.

"Why were you being pursued by those men?"

" I... I... I have no idea" I stuttered and heard him let out a small groan.

"I want you to reply to me without stuttering" he groaned and I shook my head in a positive response to his request which seemed more like an order.

"I have no idea" I replied.

"They just found you and began running after you?" He asked but it wasn't more of a question, he said it in a way that made me realize that was almost stupid

"Yes," I replied him.

I didn't care how stupid this was, I would not reveal my identity as a slave, I won't let him know. Perhaps he would take me back there to the slave masters.

"I'd ask again, why were you being pursued? And who exactly are you?" He asked.

" I... I am Samantha like I said before and I... And I..."

" I thought I said no stuttering" he cut in and I gulped.

" I'm sorry" my lips trembled an apology.

" Now the response to my questions... Without stuttering" he demanded, emphasizing the last two words.

With my gaze still on the floor, I breathed in and out and prepared myself mentally for the lie I was about to tell.

"I am no one, I am just a poor orphan on the streets, I tried to steal food and then those three men caught me and chased after me" I managed to construct a full sentence without stuttering.

He didn't respond, he didn't say a word for a while but I could feel his intense gaze on me.

"You're an orphan?" He asked and I nodded repeatedly.

My eyes that were on the floor saw his legs move towards me and my eyes widened slightly. I moved backwards with a step.

He grabbed my torn dress all of a sudden and touched it feeling the soft material which was also the most expensive ny body had known in his hands.

"An orphan wearing such expensive clothes, nice" he mumbled, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

I moved backwards slightly making the dress fall from his hands.

"Now who are you?" He asked again.

"I am not lying, I swear I am not. I am only an orphan, I have no one, I stole this too, I swear" I replied him frantically, hoping he would believe me this time.

"Raise your head" he requested.

"An orphan should not look into your eyes" I replied with my lips trembling.

I felt his piercing gaze on me, his gaze on me made my already weak knees weaker.

"Get back into the car"