Wishes and death

Ariel was back at the kitchen and this time, her hands were all red and her skin itched with irritation and irrationality.

Tears were dripping from her eyes and her nose dripped so much, it had further turned red. However, her tears weren't for the pain she was feeling in her gut, due to the fact that she had not eaten for days, neither was it because of the pain and ache her chest and bones felt for laying on the cold, hard ground for days, it was not because of the thirst her throat felt that seemed like it was burning neither was it for the pathetic life she was living. It was because of the punishment she was serving. Rather than coming into the kitchen to work like every other slave was, she was being given a punishment for waking up late. Her eyes watered as she turned to the bag of chili pepper right before her. It had not gotten anyway yet. Her body was burning so much. How was she supposed to peel them all?

"How can I ever finish this?" her thoughts questioned, and she sniffed. Perhaps it was truly the best that she remained with the darkness where it was best. It was a perfect hiding place and in there, she wouldn't have to feel all the pains of the world, neither would she be tortured and slaved away like that. It was truly the best, the very best, and the more she thought of it, the more her heart longed for it.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a slave ran into the kitchen, drenching in sweat and ecstasy. The other slaves present turned to her with both worry and annoyance in their gaze.

"What happened?" they asked, one after the other. Ariel's heart ached even more at the care and concern they showed the other slave. It might be fake, unreal or not concern at all, but at least they were asking, at least, they could surround her, at least they were even talking to her.

"When was the last time I was asked that?" her spirit questioned silently. She dropped her head and allowed the pain she had gotten accustomed to spread through her body till it would no longer ache.

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventy years, has it been?" she smiled bitterly at herself. She had never been asked if she had eaten, neither had she ever been asked if she was fine. No one spoke to her except they wanted to yell or punish her for something. No one even bothered to look at her twice. She was like a taint, an unpleasant sight, garbage that had no one's time. Not even on the days she fainted, nor was it on the day she was beaten up. No one cared, no one showed concern, and no one moved out of the way to check on her. If she falls unconscious right there in the kitchen, she would wake up at the side of the garbage can tomorrow morning, or would wake up at the exact place she fell unconscious. If she was beaten to a pulp and needed help, no one gave her a listening ear, neither did anyone stretch a hand towards her. No one tended to her wounds and no one cared if she died or not. Perhaps that was what they wanted, her death.

"Alpha Damien just returned," the maid who had rushed into the kitchen shrieked in excitement. Ariel pulled away from her trance and her ears perked up immediately.

Ariel's eyes widened in shock at the revelation.

Fear like death squeezed her heart and its deathly claw caressed her skin, feeling her with cold and trembling. The last time the alpha was there, she had borne the brunt of his hate and anger. Fear enveloped her as she recalled the countless nights and days spent on the bear ground till her wounds fully healed.

The other servant shrieked as well in excitement. He was their alpha after all and they all had love for him beyond human comprehension.

A bond the pack had with each other was stronger than anything else. Not to add that they were women and could as well dream of the handsome, sexy alpha too in ways any other woman would.

"And the best news," the servant who had run in entered and they all went still and quiet as their ears itched to hear the other news, she brought with her.

"He is coming right here," she yelled. Ariel shot up from where she sat in chagrin.

Her heart began beating very loud and fear settled at the pit of her heart as it slowly began to squeeze the life out of her. Suddenly a wave of dizziness slammed against her and her legs went numb. She turned to the girls screaming and shrieking and stretched her hand towards them, for help, a little touch, a little hand, anything. But coldness met her and while she fell into that familiar dark hole, no one dared pull her out. she was met with nothing but that familiar coldness. And right before she finally slipped, blue steel gaze penetrated her very being.

"Can't you die too," a stray tear fell down her eyes as her thought wished as she fell once again into an unconcious slumber.