Enslaved By The Alpha

 MAYA

When I awake the following day, something isn’t right. My hands do not feel heavy; I don’t think that they are even tied. This must be a dream; that monster wouldn’t have felt sorry for me and let me loose. I open my eyes hesitantly, and I’m disappointed when I’m greeted with the same room as before. I’m still in this dreadful place. That hasn’t changed. I look down at my hands, and to my surprise, the chains are definitely gone, and my hands are placed on my lap in front of me

I look around the room for any signs of my kidnapper to my relief, he isn’t anywhere around. I take a second look to confirm that he wasn’t hiding somewhere to mess with my mind I couldn’t think of any reasons for him to leave me free to do as I wished,

Was this possibly a dream? Was I thinking about this simply because I wanted it to be true? I pinch myself and wince from the pain. Okay, not a dream.

What exactly is he trying to do today? Does he want to mess with my head now? Is this what this was? Or does he want to test me? Does he want to see how far I’ll be able to go before someone realizes that I’m trying to escape? I’m not sure what his plan is, but I can’t just sit back and not do anything when my hands are free from those chains.

I lift myself off the chair and take one more look around the room. I try to make as little noise as possible as I creep from one end of the room to the next When Ireach the door, I pull the handle down and

it makes a soft creaking noise. Thankfully, there is no one stationed outside the

cause for concern? Why would the chains be loose and no one stationed outside the victim’s door? That doesn’t make any sense. Even though I already know this must be a trap. I still can’t stop my feet from moving forward. I had to hope that some kind soul wanted to help

to listen for any noises and hope that it will aid me in my quest to leave this place. This house was huge; there were so many rooms that I felt like I was about to

it have in this place exactly? Could this be someone hired by the council to get back at my

To my horror, there are plenty of faces looking back at me. The men in the room begin to laugh at the petrified look on my face. They

A familiar voice says. My kidnapper reveals himself to me and walks through the crowd of giant men wearing a torn white shirt and black

He teases me.

frustration, and before he can react, I spin around and begin to run as fast as I possibly can. I don’t bother to look back as I continue down the hall, not even sure if there will be a door at

an involuntary cry leaves my mouth when

arms and slap him hard across his face before he can see it coming. His eyes narrow, and

“Stop that.” He growls.