'Where is the medicine?' I felt as if I was dying. Abdominal pain similar to menstrual cramps was surging through my stomach. In addition to my misery, I suddenly realized I was tied up on a chair in a pitch-black room. The room stank horribly, which made me puke immediately, but I swallowed the excessive saliva and tried to recover my spinning head.

"Hello! Help me, please..." I called out loudly when the pain again rolled into my stomach. There was sadly no response, and I didn't feel even a gust of wind twitch. There was no one here. I didn't know whether my baby was still alive, but with how my stomach was hurting, I had a bad feeling about it.

The doorknob twisted shortly, followed by the door opening. A tall man appeared in the doorway with a tray of food. He came toward me with heavy footsteps and then lowered the food tray. "You talk too much, huh?" He smirked. I kept my lips sealed and didn't respond to him.

"By how you put up a fight yesterday, I thought you might be a handful." He went on. "Why am I here?" I asked. "You're really asking that? Don't you know that there is a big demand for human teenage pussy at the wolf market?" He smiled, and at that moment, I felt my heart sink.

"Werewolf market?" This wasn't my first time hearing it since I remember Jack talking about it in a meeting. All I knew was that the werewolves looked like normal humans, maybe a bit taller, but humans nonetheless. They occupied parliament places and worked with shady departments and government agencies. They usually don't mingle, they don't make their existence known, and lastly, they don't like humans.

"You okay there, human? You better eat that if you want to heal, remember your stomach aches", He cooed, distracting me from my thoughts. My face turned pale, and I raised my head at that. "I have lost my baby. Does Jack know about it?" Tears streamed down my face in disbelief. "Yes, he knows you had a miscarriage, and then he decided to sell you at the wolf market," he said with a smirk.

"My baby was innocent..." My lower lip began to quiver as I cried. I looked down at my shaking hands as anger traveled through my body. 'Amanda has killed my baby.' It was the only thought that was running through my head.

"See that sink over there?" I remained silent when he spoke, waiting for him to elaborate. "I said, did you see it?" He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled it back. "Yes..." I answered in a shaky voice. The pain was already much. "Good." He let me go with a little push, and I backed off.

"The Alpha is coming in ten minutes. I want you to get your ass over there and wash that blood on your legs, you stinky bitch." He laughed. "Yes, I will." I simply replied. Every time he got nearer to me, the frightened look on my face made him take pride in it. With that said, he untied me and then left.

'My baby is gone. I have nothing left,' I cried uncontrollably as I rubbed my stomach. I now had nothing left except for the blood between my legs. 'I have to take revenge, but I need to bathe first,' I mumbled, weakly making my way to the sink. I really needed a bath. I was smelly.

I looked at the boiler for a while then the idea popped into my mind. This was now my way out of there. I went towards the sink and then kicked the metal pipe underneath. It flew into the corner of the room, and soon water started spilling everywhere. This was my chance to die like my baby. I was either going to take revenge or die.

I took the pipe that I had broken off and walked toward the sink. I took the tube and hit the valve as hard as l could. I felt the impact on my shoulder in the form of an electric charge, which traveled through my arm, but I didn't care.

After that, I sat and waited in the corner of the room. The water kept spilling everywhere from the broken pipe. It was making loud piss noises, preventing me from hearing the boiler screech. Fifteen minutes passed by, but my captor wasn't coming. I could see steam coming out of the boiler. Yes, I was going to die, and I didn't care. The door soon enough flew open, followed by a loud curse.

"You bitch!" But it was already late because I passed quickly through them. "We will be killed if we don't get that bitch!" It was the only remark I heard before I ran toward the nearby forest. With those last words in my mind, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I looked behind occasionally, but I didn't see anyone. Still, I didn't stop.

The only saddening thing was that I didn't know where I was going. The place was strange to me, so I just dashed helplessly. I ran out of breath as I passed through the forest full of big scary trees. With my lungs feeling like they were burning and my chest heaving, I ran as fast as I could in different small paths. Only one thought was continuously repeating in my head like a mantra. It was better to die than be sold as a sex slave.

I felt thirsty in my path, but I didn't stop. My neck aches when I turn to look in the corner. I barely dodged a protruding branch and stomped past it as quickly as possible. The light of hope that burned soon brightened in me when I swerved the corner.

There was light coming from a distance a few meters away from me. However, that hope soon died when I heard the loud pounding of feet. 'They are here...' I was horrified, and cold sweat flowed down my spine when I heard echoes across the forest. Desperation filled my entire body as I willed my aching legs to run faster, but it failed me. I already felt so tired from running.

When I turned and looked behind me, my eyes caught a tuft of brown fur from the corner of my vision before it disappeared. Panicking, I threw an initial glance before I dodged to the left and then swerved to the right.

I knew I had made a wrong decision when I was greeted with an almost six-foot were-beast in front of me. Drool was dripping from its jaws to the ground, completely blocking off my path with its enormous body.

'My goodness...' My knees instantly fell to the grass when I tried to halt. Twisting around on the ground, I tried to stand and run to the other side, but I knew it was over for me. "I have found you, ugly whore" His voice sounded taunt with a hint of amusement as if he was mocking me. It was no one else but the one who had ordered me to bathe. "Come here" The beast's glowing dark eyes snapped at my face with sharp canines barring in display.

"No." I tumbled back, feeling surrounded and suddenly unable to breathe. My lungs heaved as I fought the urge to puke from running and the fear of being caught. I took a step back, but I fell onto my butt. The pain stung, but I didn't care since I could no longer feel my legs. 'Get up! Get the damn up!'

No matter how I chided my body, it didn't listen to my demands. It was as if I was paralyzed, and tears of frustration burnt my cheeks. The beast grinned at me when he saw me fail to run away. He was looking at me with pride.

"Son of a bitch!" I cursed out in anger, but I regretted it instantly when his huge hand quickly wrapped around my hair. My tight bun was torn and loosened when I tried to pull back. "This wouldn't have happened if you had done what I had instructed you," He growled as he dragged me across the woods.

"Leave me alone!" I cried out as I felt the twigs and branches dig into my chest and thighs. He snorted at my plea and continued to drag me nonetheless. "For a woman who just had a miscarriage, I am shocked to know that you are still so strong" He chuckled. I tensed all my muscles to ease my pain, but he continued dragging me like a flaccid doll. I was like a lump of dead meat to him.

The pain was unbearable, and tears fell as my scalp burned from his harsh treatment of me. My fingers were shaking when I tried to scratch his hands hard. But my attempts were useless since they didn't hurt him like I thought. With a hiss, I kicked as I tried to stand, but to no avail; he whipped my head to the other side with a sickening crack.

He seemed annoyed at my feasible struggle because he sped up his movements too. At that moment, my head was spinning, dizzy from the firm grip of his hands on my hair. But despite my blurry vision, I could tell we were heading to where the light was. He dragged me like a puppet without strings, and the cuts spread across my legs and hands.

"If it wasn't for the fact that Alpha Damien wants you alive, you would have ended up like your bastard. I dislike stupid whores." He kept spitting insults and chuckling as he dragged me. "Stop talking about my baby, you sick mofo!" I yelled, finding it unbearable to hear him insult my unborn child. "Don't curse again," He groaned. "It has nothing to do with this. Kill me if that's what you want!" I screamed loudly, with more tears streaming down my face.

A few seconds passed, and I felt his hands wrapped around my neck. He quickly dragged me up to my feet with his long claws digging into my neck. "I can kill you right now, bitch. I don't care about anything, and I don't fear anyone." He sounded more annoyed than before.

I was going to die.

"Please..." I croaked when I noticed that he was damn serious. He smirked eerily in response, and I pleaded beyond words. Tears leaked from my eyes in rivulets on my cold and swollen cheeks. While l was in agony, he was enjoying it with every delayed beat of my heart. "I can kill you right now."

Soon enough, my gasps and attempts to flee from his chokehold filled the air when he lifted me off my feet. My legs dangled off of the floor like a helpless human. Something I used to watch in movies was happening to me. This was all happening too fast, just like I lost my baby.

My eyes roll at the back of my head from the pain. I thought that resisting death was impossible and it was painful. He chuckled again at the pathetic squeaks and gasps from my tightened throat. It was deafening. I knew that I was going to die. There was no point in denying it, but the sudden thought of taking revenge slipped into my mind.

At the grim thought, I pursed my lips tightly. I kicked the man in the crotch, but he didn't seem affected. I thought I kicked him in the position where I knew that he would feel pain, but it was all useless.

I stopped and tried to concentrate again, but my senses failed me, and all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding. My hands were clenched tightly around his right arm while my face felt numb. I felt like I would explode if he squeezed my throat tighter. I could no longer feel my body when his grip tightened around my neck. My finger that was initially digging into his skin slowly loosened as my body weakened. Even my eyes, which I tried so hard to stay open, slowly closed.

Bright lights blinded my vision with irregular patterns when I felt my airflow being sufficiently cut off. No matter how hard I tried to breathe, I was convinced I would die at the beast's hands. I would die with nothing but the painful memory of being betrayed by my husband and best friend. The excruciating pain finally eased when I felt darkness fill my vision. This was the end of me.

"Stop it, Mark. Alpha Damien wants her alive!" Just in time, when I was on my last breath, someone shouted in our direction. However, the beast named Mark didn't move an inch. "Let her go right now. You will end in trouble if you keep this up!" he shouted loudly, and that caused him to loosen his hold on my poor throat. His grip slackened, and my entire body crumbled to the grass with a loud thud. My sides felt burning and numb. I was panting for air and felt bile rise up to my throat. I felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning.

"This wouldn't have happened if you had done what I had told you," he murmured, and just like that, the meal he had served me a few minutes ago poured out of my mouth. It was bitter and disgusting as I vomited, and my body trembled as if l was having a seizure from all the food I threw out of my body. My eyes burned against my cold face mixing into the snot and saliva. I bent over and continued to heave until I felt my insides empty.

My hair hung around my face, completely covered in the disgusting substance that came out of my mouth until the scent was everywhere. When I finally raised my head, the so-called Mark stared at me amusedly. " What is it?" I inwardly asked myself before my eyes stared at him clearly. I realized later that he had a big chunk of hair in his hands hanging from his curled-up fist. I was shocked at the sight, knowing it was my own.

"What a pity, you're losing everything." He chuckled and frowned at how messy my state was. "You're puking!" His eyes glowed brightly, tinted with an almost crimson red when he bent down to my level. His dangerous nails scraped my cheeks, and he gripped my face harshly, then yanked me up. When he harshly shoved the hair off my face, my vision blurred from the tears.

"She has the mark!" As he was roughly pulling the torn hoodie from my body, I heard someone say in a surprised voice. "Mark? How is that possible?" They all walked towards me. I was oblivious to what was happening, but they all seemed surprised. "It's glowing. We need to take her to the Alpha!" I felt my blood freeze upon hearing it.

"How the hell did the moon goddess end up giving a mark to someone ugly like her? She just had a miscarriage." Mark growled as he pulled my chin up. Though I didn't know what they were talking about, I wasn't annoyed when Mark looked at me with disgust. Ignoring that I had blood dried up between my legs, my face was also covered up in vomit.

"The Alpha is going to sort this out, but I feel pity for him." I heard someone say. "Of course, he isn't going to accept her." Mark snarled. "Please don't take me..." Tears again pooled under my eyes when I thought about meeting the so-called Alpha. "It would be better if you don't piss me off," Mark growled as he slowly dragged me, and I could only cry in response.

My legs were currently in severe pain. I must have sprained an ankle or two as l was running, but Mark didn't care. 'Should I just kill myself before they do?' I instantly asked myself but trembled at the thought. I wasn't even capable of doing that. I had never harmed myself, even when I was being mistreated by my husband.

They dragged me for a couple of hours until they finally stopped. "You said you saw the mark." The bulky man came and said in a menacing and dark voice. "We all saw the mark." I trembled when I heard the men answer in unison.

"First, take her to the dungeon and wait for Alpha Damien's arrival."

My heartbeat stopped in fear for a second when I heard that.

The room I was dragged into had a bed and a tiny square window with metal bars. I noticed it was a bunk bed, but I was already too weak and exhausted to check the room. I instantly just collapsed on the bed to rest.

The door soon creaked open, and I quickly turned my eyes towards the doorway with my heart pounding. I didn't want to be dragged anywhere else anymore.

A few seconds passed, and a girl entered the room. She quickly closed the door behind her as if she didn't want to get caught. I let my eyes wander and could tell she was hiding something under her apron.

She breathed out when our eyes met. "You're the new slave, right?", She asked while ruffling under her apron. I paid no interest and just ignored her. "Huh? Alright, it's fine if you don't want to talk." She shrugged and showed me a crumbled piece of bread and a slice of cheese.

"We are not allowed to bring food here, but I managed to sneak this in. I figured you would be hungry, " the woman murmured in a hurry before handing me the food. "I am not hungry," I croaked. "Oh..." She looked disappointed for a second, but then she boldly plopped down on the bed I was lying on.

"More for me then." She took a big bite before looking at me. "The name is Rhea," she said with her mouth muffled by the food. "Are you a human?" Without a second to waste, I simply inquired, and she snorted in response, instantly spitting some pieces of food on the bed.

"If I was a she-wolf, I wouldn't be living down here." She kicked an imaginary bucket with her foot in disgust at the room. "Shifters stay on the upper floors in big beautiful rooms." She looked displeased by her current situation, but she smiled nonetheless. "Rumors are everywhere that a slave who had a miscarriage has been brought here. Most of us were kidnapped while still virgins." Her comment made tears brim in my red, swollen eyes.

I had a miscarriage, but I wasn't that old. I was forcefully married to Jack at a very young age. I didn't love him at first, but Amanda kept telling me that a baby was all that he wanted.

"Why am I here then?" I asked in a shaky voice. I wasn't a virgin, so why was I brought here by their boss? "Other slaves are asking themselves the same thing," she murmured before standing up. "It's so strange that you are the only one," she continued.

I felt like crying again. Indeed, I was the odd man out. "That's all for now. We get up early. Nothing is easy here, so if you want food, you must follow everything they instruct you." She sneered, and I didn’t respond to her. "Have a good night." She started climbing upstairs to her bed.

"Wait..." I called out. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Where c-can I wash? I stink..." I stuttered, tears brimming again in my eyes. "Hah! That can't happen right now." She shrugged and then climbed the tiny ladder leading to her bed. "Okay, I am Zoey, by the way..." I said, understanding the situation. "Okay, good night, Zoey. I want to sleep early."

I heard her jump into her mattress, and the bed shook from the wall. I stayed still as a rock before I felt my vision blur as the tears dribbled down. I just didn't know how my fate changed so quickly. Living in a situation like this was something I had never imagined. I now had no one in my life. I am a slave now.

I glanced towards the door and wanted to bolt out, but l knew it was a waste of time to even think about it. I had nowhere to run to. Helpless and puzzled, I turned towards the pillow and laid back on the hard mattress. Throughout the following minutes, I cried while recalling every moment l had with Amanda.

In the end, she really decided to betray me.

***

The bed sheet was snatched from my body, making me shudder. "Wake up, wake up, Zoey!" she screamed way too loud for my liking. My eyes took so long to open, and I noticed it was already morning. I didn't even remember falling asleep. Without a response, I sat up on the bed. I was feeling dizzy, and my stomach pain was lingering.

"I am warning you, Zoey." She started when I failed to sit up. "If you don't get up before everyone else, nothing will go well for you. You're the one who said that you wanted a shower. We can only use the bathroom when other slaves are asleep," she said, and at that, I forced myself up.

"Unfortunately, I currently have no clothes to spare, " she said. "It's fine," I said in a low voice as I stood up. My stomach is not the only thing in pain but my whole body. The bones in my back cracked, and a faint pang hammered inside me. I could now feel my stomach grumbling.

"Why did you end up here?" I asked out of curiosity. "Ask fewer questions if you want to bathe," she responded before opening the door. I walked behind her quickly, trying to keep up. "Let me explain quickly so that you don't get into trouble," she said as we walked in the stone hallway. "I am listening," I commented in a soft voice.

"We do work that maids can't do. It's a bit complicated but just know that if you want peace, do whatever anyone instructs you," she mumbled. "What is the work that maids can't do?" I asked. "We sweep, scrub, clean trenches, and mop in every room..." she suddenly paused.

Before I could say anything, fear was evident on her face. "Beta Henry is coming. He is here for you," she said in a frightened voice.

"Zoey Martinez." I heard a deep voice behind me. "I haven't washed up yet..." I said, almost on the verge of tears. "Sorry," she said before she walked away from me.