Mated to the Alpha King novel Chapter 6

When Sarah awoke the next morning, she wasn't on the floor like she had expected, instead, she was lying on a comfy, Queen-sized bed with a fluffy pillow beneath her head and a blue duvet covering from her feet up to her mid-waist. This was probably the reason why she had felt so comfortable in her sleep. Her body wasn't cramping everywhere and she hadn't even stirred awake during the night like she always did whenever she slept in her cell.

It had been years since she had even seen a bed, so saying it felt good to have slept on one, would be an understatement. But how did she get on the bed? It couldn't have been Damon who relocated her, could it?

She shook her head at the thought. It wasn't him. He wasn't that gracious at all.

She tossed that possibility aside and jumped to the conclusion that maybe one of the girls had placed her there to soothe their guilt. After what Damon did last night, there wasn't the slightest possibility that he would be so nice. He had robbed her of her right to speak against Alexis's false claims and even though it was a brand new day, she still felt disturbed by it. He even threatened to 'deal with her later', for heaven's sake.

Speaking of which, she had no idea why she hadn't gotten her share of torture last night. But she wouldn't let that fool her. Damon would soon come bursting through the door with shackles in one hand and a baton in the other. He'd chain her to the bed and then he'd beat the life out of her until she wouldn't be able to even speak...That was usually what Mr Knack did most of the times aside from forcing himself unto her.

Damon's beatings would definitely be more dangerous and severe, but Sarah didn't even want to think about it nor imagine it. All she was going to do was wait dreadfully until he came and delivered her punishment like a good little sex-slave. That way, she'd atleast get out of it with her life intact.

But that moment never came. After bathing, brushing her teeth and dressing herself in the clothes she found in the closet, she waited and waited and waited....But Damon didn't show up. Relief was what any normal person would've felt, but Sarah's dread had only increased. In her mind, Damon was waiting, waiting and hoping for the moment where she was at her finest and then he would strike.

Surely, it was quite wrong of her to think so negatively of him and make unverified judgments, but her mind had already been corrupted by rumours, so it only came to her naturally. It wasn't like she wanted to think the way she did, she just couldn't help herself.

When waiting it out became too difficult because of her growing hunger, Sarah climbed out of bed and tiptoed down the stairs. There was no telling what Damon would do once he saw her so her steps were cautious, as they should be.

As she descended, her eyes were glued to the spot in front of her so as to sight any oncoming danger, but her clumsiness came into action for a second time and she managed to misstep. Luckily, she caught her balance at the last minute by tightly grabbing unto the banister. Sarah dropped her head and patted her chest as she recovered from her frightened state...That was how her eyes managed to spot it.