The Fairest Slave

LUNA

I cried then whimpered softly as the whip tear through my clothes and made contact with my skin, tearing my flesh. I gave up crying a few minutes ago as the only sound that escape me was a few whimpers and my uneven breath was the only evidence that I was still alive. I crawled into a tight ball as several lashes of whips made contact with my body.

I should be used to it by now you would think, but how can one get used to a life of slavery? I grew up fighting against every rule the councils made because it was the same rule that took my parents away from me. I was six years old when my parents were dragged out of our home, I tried following them demanding the guards should let my mama and papa go.

The only time they paid attention to the cries of a six-year-old was to shove her away, the impact was so hard That ended up injuring myself cause I had hit my head on a rock lying about on the ground making me to pass out. When I regained consciousness, I searched around the house crying for my parents but they never came.

The guards then came back and carried me away to a place where they are people older, younger and around my age worked, several nights I cried for my parents which earned me more punishments like sleeping outside the open night, I remembered being so scared and calling out to my parents begging them come and save me but that never happened.

Not until I was nine years old did I learned what had happened to them. The plague had left a lot of people poor including the councils so they came up with a way to go back to being rich and taking care of the rest of the pack, the means was selling the omega rank into slavery.

And I happened to fall into this rank, the offence my parents had committed was keeping my identity as an omega from the pack, the councils found out of the course and came for them. Whatever happened to them that morning, no one in the pack knows and no one wonder causes my parents weren't the first person to go against the councils and regret it.

Ever since I found out the truth, I hated and blamed myself for the death of my parents, it wasn't until I was fourteen that I had grown rebellious and learned that no parents should be punished for trying to protect their child. The abuse got worse as I got ordered and the councils tagged them as training us to be better slaves.

Our Alpha was killed by the councils, a pack of Alphas who decided to rule over the pack and earn living through the trading of slaves, one would think after the plague was long gone and forgotten everything would be back to normal but we couldn't be more wrong, things got so worse, the size of one's wealth is now determined by how many slaves they own.

All the Alphas of other packs wanted the slaves for themselves which almost caused a war until the councils find a way to make things work which was by auctioning the slaves, the highest bidder wins. Once a slave is sold depending on their beauty and whether they are pure or not, most beautiful and handsome slaves are sold more as well as virgins, twenty per cent of the money was given to the parents while the councils keep the rest.

Being one of the most beautiful and purest slaves around, the councils paid attention to people like me more and since I do not agree with how things are done, I'm severally punished and it was tagged as training me to be a proper slave.

I'm almost nineteen which meant I should have been sold over a year ago instead I accidentally burnt my legs which I did on purpose to avoid being sold, the councils had found out somehow, I was punished and the watchful eyes on me become so much.

Parents were being forced to sell their omega children or else they are likely to die of hunger and starvation, anyone who refuse to hand over their omega child to the councils will be beheaded thinking about it now, I was quite sure my parents were beheaded for trying to keep me safe.

"That is enough!" One of the council members growled at the guard who was still painfully beating me with the whip.

If it wasn't for the fact that we werewolves heal, my body would be so unbearable to look at, however, I still have scars of wounds that had hurt deeply and still taking time to heal.

"In as much as we appreciate your feisty spirit, we do not need that attitude from a slave" One of them snarled at me making me whimper in fear.

"The action is coming up In two days and if you dare try to do anything like the last time, this time you will be sentenced to your death. No matter how much money you are worth" Another voice said.

I didn't even care to look at them, they were monsters, greedy monsters who feed on omegas suffering. Fighting them isn't worth it, where has that gotten me to? More beating, more starving, more locking me up in a dark room for days without seeing the light. They knew I was scared of the dark and they use that as another tool to punish me.

Tears rolled down my face freely as I lay there, few seconds later I heard the sound of footsteps fading out of the room.

No sooner than they left someone jerked me up from the floor causing me to wince in pain since I was an omega the pain took much longer to heal. The guard who had beaten me up a few minutes ago dragged me by the arm before thrusting me into the room where the girl's slave bath.

"I shall wait for my wounds to heal before bathing," I told him as I tried to use my tattered gown to cover myself up.

The guard looked at me up and down them and shook his head. "The councils want you to take your bath!" He hissed.

I cried silently, they knew he would hurt that is why they wanted me to do it. Just when I was thinking my punishment was over.

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TBC