The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 6

SOMEWHERE IN SALEM

"Get the big bowl, Sally dear." The older woman's voice came from the sitting room.

"Coming, Mrs Menah." Sally carried the big bowl to the living room, and the older woman took it gratefully.

"Come, join us eat." Mrs Menah gave her a kind smile.

"In a minute, Mrs Menah." Sally went back to the kitchen. She sat down on the small chair there, her eyes looking around, taking in her surrounding.

She's been here for a few days over one week. This good old couples she was giving to is the kindest of people. They treats her right, as if she's a member of their family, when she's only their helping hand.

She's no longer a slave, but a help. Now, she gets paid for during the simplest things. This is the best life ever for a girl that was born a slave. She's supposed to be happy.

But she's not. Not at all.

She can't stop remembering her Princess. Her Princess Danika. The King took her in as his slave. She can still remember vividly, her princess being collared.

Sally can't imagine Princess Danika being anybody's slave. She tries to picture her princess working the mines or taking orders from people, and she just couldn't.

Princess Danika wasn't trained like that, and she'll be having the hardest of time. It hurts Sally a lot.

She is a slave, but the Princess always treated her right. The only person she knows is Princess Danika. Sally hurts most because she knows her princess can't survive alone without her.

She has always done everything for Princess Danika and she did them happily.

She can't live daily here knowing that her Princess is out there suffering so hard. She just can't.

IN THE PALACE

Danika hurried to her room in a flash. She bathed and changed clothes. There were only slave clothes in her room, packed by Baski.

Ugly plain short skirts and half-cut leather tops that reveals a lot of breasts. She knows she can't go with her slave uniform too.

Taking a shallow breath of resignation, she put on one of it. No way does she need another pain or punishment. She'll avoid it all if she can.

And what other way to avoid it than to be a true obedience slave?

But, only a week as a Slave, doesn't make a royalty used to being a slave.

She was two minutes late when she appeared in front of King Lucien, and he was almost breathing fire in anger.

He stalked towards her. "I. Said. Five. Minutes." He groaned angrily.

"I-I---"

"Kneel."

She has never knelt for any man before. She hesitated.

The hesitation cost her. His hands went to her collared-neck and he pulled the chains so hard, she cried out from the pain.

Tears burned her eyes and her knees sank to the ground. She stared up with burning eyes, fiercely and rebelliously.

"Do you take pleasure in being punished, Danika?" Voice low and deadly, he continued, "It's still early days, and you're Pure-Breed. Surely, pain hasn't become your friend yet?"

He leaned down, still holding tight the chains of her collar. Holding her eyes, his fingered trailed the chain.....until it caressed the small red button at the edge of it.

Rebellion fled and terror took over. She froze, "P-Please, don't press it, m-master. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't press it, please...!"

He didn't blink an eye. "When I tell you to kneel, you kneel immediately. If I say fly, you fly, Danika. If I say die, you cease breathing. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, m-master."

He caressed the button and stared at her with clear hate. "Next time you disobey me....I'll punish you severely."

"Y-Yes master." Danika knows that when that button is pressed, her collar will discharge massive electric shock through her body. It hurts severely.

Every slave's greatest fear is the collar-shock....and masters that carry it's remote control everywhere.

"You be in your best slave behaviour in the court, Danika. Do not disgrace me." His cold voice chilled her. The way he calls her name like a venom.

It reminded her where they were going to. She pressed her knees deeper to the floor and glanced at his scarred face with pleading eyes. "Can I n-not be introduced, master?"

His lips twitched in an smirk so cold, they chilled her. "You father introduced slaves almost everyday, princess. I was introduced twice."