Chapter 3
Violette POV
The fleet of cars came to a smooth halt in
the expansive driveway, forming a semi-circle around a central water fountain.
The fountain's ornate statues of interlaced fish spewed a gentle stream of
water, creating a serene, almost hypnotic display.
The driver opened the door, and she emerged
with a practiced grace. Adjusting her suit with a swift motion, she extended
her hand toward me.
"My shoes aren’t on," I said,
refusing to move from my seat. I made no attempt to put on my shoes or accept
her hand.
"Put them on," she commanded.
"No."
"Put them on. Remember what I briefed
you on. Once you reach your destination, Sub 7, you are to be a submissive and
follow my instructions."
"Sub 7? Who is Sub 7?" I asked, my
voice laced with defiance.
"That would be you," she replied.
"You're the seventh submissive I've brought home."
I scoffed and glared at her. Clearly, she
needed a reminder of my name. "My name is Violette. With two 't's'.
Not Sub 1 or Sub 7."
"Put your shoes on now!"
"Why don’t you put them on, Kaius?"
I challenged, smirking.
Her eyes darkened, an ominous depth replacing
the facade of control. Yet my smirk remained. With a sudden, commanding
movement, she reached for my right leg with the precision of a predator. The
grip was firm, almost as though she intended to pull my leg from its socket. I
squealed, my body sliding across the fine leather seat. She halted me at the
edge, her dominance undeniable.
"Give me the shoes."
"Why? Are you going to put them on,
Kaius?" Her name had a certain allure to it, a rhythm that teased the edge
of my imagination. I found myself oddly intrigued by what lay ahead. Her
striking appearance seemed to promise that whatever awaited me would be far
from mundane, and I was curiously eager to experience it.
"Hand them over," she insisted, her
gaze locked on my bare legs, the hem of my dress inching higher with every
movement. I met her stare as I searched for the shoes, which had been scattered
during our journey. I found one first and let it fall onto the gravel, then
quickly located the other. She seized it from me with a sharp, aggressive
motion.
She crouched down, her touch sending a shiver
through my ankle. I couldn't help but smirk as she attempted to slide the shoe
onto my foot. As she worked, I wiggled my toes deliberately, making it harder
for her to fit the shoe.
"Stop it!" she growled, her voice
cold and menacing. The growl sent an involuntary shiver up my spine.
Undeterred, she tried again, but I kicked my leg forward. Her tight grip on my
ankle intensified, causing me to cry out in pain as she twisted it with a dark,
uncompromising look on her face.
“Ouch! I’m sorry! Stop it, you cunt—”
“It’s Master,” she interrupted firmly.
I huffed in frustration, the pain unbearable.
My feet were essential for any chance of escape, though the winding forest we
had passed seemed impenetrable. My options were narrowing to either her killing
me or the forest claiming me.
“Say it,” she demanded, her voice deep and
commanding. I let out a reluctant moan.
“Yes, Master.”
Despite my acquiescence, she persisted. I
couldn’t help but giggle, the situation almost absurd. The next thing I knew, I
was suspended by one leg, slowly spinning in the air. My world turned upside
down, and the blood rushed to my head with the force of a firehose.
“Put me down!” I shouted, my head growing
heavy as saliva dripped from my mouth onto the white gravel below. I struggled
to right myself but failed, my body flailing like a headless chicken.
“You’re in my control now. Do you understand,
Sub 7?” she said, her tone brooking no argument.
I rolled my eyes, though it felt as if they
might pop out of their sockets and land on the gravel just inches away.
“Yes, Master,” I managed to reply.
“You’re learning quickly,” she said, tossing
me over her shoulder. I noticed she held both of my shoes in her free hand.
With each step she took, the world around me seemed to lurch.
She walked through the open door, and I was
greeted by the sight of pristine white porcelain tiles. The stark beauty of the
floor was lost on me as she set me down with a gentle yet firm motion. My feet
made contact with the cold tiles, and I staggered backward, but her strong hand
guided me forward.
I stumbled into her chest but quickly jumped
away as the blood returned to my body, giving me the strength to stand on my
own. I straightened up and glared at her.
“Don’t ever do that again,” I snapped.
“I can do whatever the fuck I
want with you,” she retorted.
“You wish,” I shot back refusing her of such
limit.
A girl’s giggle caught my attention, and I
looked ahead to see a sea of curious eyes. My gaze widened in surprise as I
took in the sight of numerous girls, each with different hair colors, eye
colors, and facial features, standing at varying heights. They all smiled at me
with an unsettling sense of cheerfulness. I, however, felt anything but
pleased.
Most of the girls around me had resigned
themselves to their fate, accepting their roles as commodities for the wealthy.
But I refused to see myself as merely a prostitute, a slave, or a plaything for
the rich. I knew there was more to me than this. I wanted to be a social
worker, to fight for girls and boys like me, to guide them away from this
nightmare.
Kaius pulled me closer, her presence
dominating once more. "Sub 1 through 6, meet Sub 7."
"Hello, Sub 7!" they chorused in
unison.
I rolled my eyes but managed a strained
greeting. Their voices were eerily uniform, almost as if they were brainwashed
into accepting their fate. They seemed to believe that the poor deserved to
suffer while the rich relished in their torment.
Kaius's grip on my side tightened painfully.
She maintained her bright smile, seemingly unfazed by my discomfort.
"She’s the new addition. Make her feel welcome, show her around tomorrow,
and send her to my office at lunchtime to receive her chores."
I grumbled under my breath, but she ignored
my protest. A girl with striking black hair, standing out among the others with
similar hair but lighter hues, raised her hand.
"If I may speak, Master?"
The submission in her voice was almost
nauseating. They were all so devoted to her, but I had no intention of becoming
her permanent possession. If she thought I was going to stay here forever, she
had another thing coming.
"You may, Sub 4," Kaius granted,
her tone authoritative.
Sub 4 stepped forward, her presence
underscored by a sense of resignation. It irked me to refer to her by a number,
as if she were a mere machine rather than a person with a name and a history.
All of us had names, and it felt dehumanizing to be reduced to a number.
Perhaps Kaius had too many submissives to remember their names, opting instead
for numerical designations.
"Where will she sleep? The rooms are all
occupied," Sub 4 asked, casting a wary glance in my direction, as if I
might encroach on her space.
"Great. Just bring me back, Kaius,"
I retorted.
A collective gasp of alarm escaped the girls.
"It’s Master," a blonde-haired girl
interjected with a snicker, her hair flipping in a show of mock defiance. I
rolled my eyes at her.
"She’ll be sleeping with me tonight, but
I’ll arrange a room for her by tomorrow," Kaius said firmly.
"Will it be the special bedroom?"
Sub 4 inquired.
"There are no special bedrooms,"
Kaius replied curtly.
Special bedroom? I wondered what that meant,
but didn’t have the chance to ask.
"Expect her at breakfast. After you show
her around and take her to my office, you may return to your rooms. Remember,
lights out is at 10 p.m."
"10 p.m.," I muttered.
"Yes," Kaius affirmed, guiding me
toward the stairs. The other girls ascended a different staircase, one situated
on the side.
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