Silence stretched in the hallway as my furious eyes locked with his annoyed ones, the tension in the air was so palpable. He released his grip over my hand before taking a step back. He nodded his head as if he could understand my turmoil.
My feet wobbled slightly, the cold howling through the hallway seeping into my bones. I wrapped my arms across my chest. His face turned cold, there wasn't any trace of emotion in his eyes, it was as stern as rocks.
"Time for your punishment," he said, walking down the hallway.
I stared at his retreating figure, anger boiling in my veins. 'Did he think he can control me?' I thought inwardly before following him.
After many turns, we arrived at a small house. My steps faltered as I wondered what the devil was brewing in his head.
He opened the door. Cough, cough. The dust spread through the air as I peeked to see what was inside, while covering my nose with my arms. My eyes widened in confusion. 'Has he gone nuts?' I stared at him before returning my gaze to the bags of sacks that were staring back at me.
"Your punishment…" he drawled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Is to count every single grain in this warehouse."
"What? Ar.. are you being serious right now?" My eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets.
"I never joke," he said before covering his nose.
My knuckles whitened from clenching my dress, my body trembled from the anger that was coursing through my bones.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he began, "You have to finish counting by dawn," he added before striding out of the warehouse.
I was too dumbfounded to say anything, it was like my brain was having a short circuit. Blood drained from my face as I stared at the sacks of grains… Grains! That bastard wants me to count grains.
My fingers dug into my hair before pulling on them, my legs kicked into the air before I fell on my butt, kicking my legs against the floor. "I'm not doing this," I yelled in frustration, anger boiling in my chest, my arms folded against my chest.
"I just want to sleep," I cried. Today has been a very long day for me, now I have to count grains, fucking grains! My fingers slipped from my tangled hair, pressing against my face as frustration burned in my chest. I believe my hair looks like a bird's nest right now.
After the venting, I felt a little better. I stared at the sacks of grains heaped to the ceiling. "That lunatic must be joking, right?" My lips stretched into a silent cry.
Well, better to start now. I slowly crawled to the nearest sack, grabbing the closest bowl beside me. I began to count the grains.
As I sat on the cold, hard stone floor, my fingers trembled from exhaustion as I counted the grains. "Ten thousand and one, ten thousand and two, ten thousand and three…" I suddenly noticed a strange noise coming from the outside of the warehouse. I heard a growl followed by a whimper.
"Get on your knees and take me in your mouth," the voice ordered.
This… this was an assault. As I slowly rose to my feet, my legs protested, trembling and threatening to buckle beneath me. Werewolves are known for their heightened sense of smell and sound, but it seems they have not detected me.
Remembering how I have gone through this, my hand clenched in anger and disgust, however, they loosened. This is none of my business, and I don't have any power to rescue her.
I sighed, one part of my mind was warning me not to involve myself in their mess, but that other tiny bit wanted to help. 'If you save her, she is going to be very loyal to you. Werewolves are like dogs, you know. Once loyal, they are loyal for life,' that crazy part of me advised.
I gulped, my fingers trembling. I nervously bit down on my fingers. 'If you want to survive in this crazy world, you need to have people who will be loyal to you,' my mind went on ranting again. But this was a good idea. If I can gain my own followers, then living won't be that hellish, right?
A mischievous smile contorted my face. I could already imagine myself basking in the worship of my future followers. Maybe then I can grow strong enough to defy my master. A laugh almost escaped my lips at that thought.
Then the sound of a smack brought me out of my stupor. 'Did that bastard just hit my first follower?' My eyes narrowed.
I took a deep breath, I knew deep down this may not end well, but I need to save the girl.
I rolled my sleeves up to my elbow before making my way out to them. My steps faltered when I saw a girl with black hair kneeling, burying her head into the man's hip. Anger flashed through my chest when I saw how he was moving his hip against her head, his hands yanking her hair.
I saw a long, thick stick that was leaning against the wall. Without a second thought, I picked it up. As I walked closer to him, the idiot was so engrossed in his pleasure that he didn't pick up my scent.
The moaning sound made my face contort in disgust. When I got to where he was, my hands tightened around the stick before slamming it on his head. The stick broke from the impact, leaving a small radiated pain in my palms. The metallic scent of blood filled the air as blood began to ooze out of his head.
The man's eyes widened in shock before his brain registered the pain, he groaned in pain, touching the place he was hit. Blood painted his hand red. The girl's doe eyes widened in horror, but the look on her face turned into one of pain as the man shoved her away, causing her to fall hard on the ground.