Chapter 10.

"Um I don't really know much about him but the few times I've gone out with him... he always orders for Cobb salad that should definitely be his favourite but don't worry I believe he will love this too." She said enthusiastically.

Cobb salad?? If that's what he always orders then I believe it must really be his favourite.

But wait... I've never heard that before. How is it prepared?

"No, he asked me to prepare his favourite. I just decided on this out of the blue, if Cobb salad should be what he always prefers then I believe that should be his favourite but the issue is I've never even heard that before and I don't know how to prepare it.." I rushed the words. And that was how she volunteered to give me a helping hand. She takes her time cooking it while I watch. She tells me it's their local dish, only the Lymia park knows of it so it will be impossible for an outsider to prepare it.

While she does it we discuss random things and I get to know that cooking is one of her hobbies.

She's a really kind and nice person and out of everyone here I love her so much. For someone who takes cooking as a hobby , it doesn't take quite long before she is done.

I couldn't thank her enough. Web based goodbye before she left.

I dished the food on a plate and went out heading to the Alpha room with a heavy heart. Each step I take sends a chill all over my body and heart pounds the closer I draw near to the door. Standing before the door of the room, I braced myself for whatever will happen to me then I pushed the door open and got in to meet him sitting on his bed shirtless.

"I am here with your food." I said softly as his cold gaze pierced through me.

"Bring it here." He commanded and I walked closer to him handing him the food. Sitting the trail on the bed, he opens it and I notice his brows furrowed up in shock? Surprise? I couldn't really tell. He threw a gander at me and then back at the food. I jumped trying to figure out what his reaction conveys?

Could it be what he has expected or did I maybe prepare his hated dish? I felt a little relieved as he dug his spoon and shovelled a spoon full of cobbs into his mouth. He then turns to face me again this time around, shooting me daggers. I just know I'm dead, the only thing that's eating me up now is his silence. I want him to at least say a..

"How do you learn about this meal and who prepared it?"

"It's me. I will prepare for it." Lying was the neatest way to not get in trouble now.

"Really? Great." He deadpanned and then he closed his eyes and mindlink his beta to send down all his cook now.

Shortly after, they all came present then he stood up and start walking around then

"Who among you prepared my breakfast?"

He asked but of all then denied which is the truth. He pressed harder but they kept denying it so with that, he dismissed them and turned back to me.

"How you were able to prepare our local dish I don't know but that isn't the mysterious part about it, how you are able to know I have a thing for that food is questionable." I didn't know whether to be relieved or be more aghast. And with the smirk stamping on his face literally spelling mischief, the latter seemed to be taking a toll on me.

"You weren't supposed to guess my favourite meal," he sat back on the bed, " and you weren't supposed to be able to prepare it at all. So for failing my expectations, go on your knees now." He ordered.

I fell down to my knees.

"On your fours" he growled. wait.., don't tell me he's planning to rape me? God knows I might just die.

A burning sensation at my back made me jolt out from my thought, I realised he had placed the hot plate on my back.

"You'll stay this way and serve as my table till I'm done eating"

The heatness from the plate shoots through my back like pins and needles piercing into my skin. I felt like hell. I wanted this to end, I wanted to wriggle my body so the plate could fall off but I dare not do that. So helpless and vulnerable I gave way to tears enduring the pains.

Pain and numbness is all I feel as I stayed in this positive for what seemed like hours but just minutes. I'm pretty sure my skin most have been peeling off but the intense burning sensation I've felt all through as he ate comfortably on my back

"Rechel?? What?" I overheard him bellow at nothing which made me flinch but not daring to make the plate fall off my back.

"Yeah but she couldn't satisfy me." He groaned again talking to someone that wasn't here.

"Look Rechel she's just a slave okay... you are deferent"

Even though I don't know exactly who he's talking to or what he's talking about, something in my gut told me he's referring to me... as what? His slave and I felt my body go stiff. blood flushing through my veins and I don't know if it's that of Anger or hurt.

"Well you isolated yourself from me during the heat of the war so I've to get myself a girl to satisfy me but now that I've a slave that won't repeat itself."

I get it now, he's mine liking someone because he pauses at intervals before he speaks again.

"C'mon Rechel a slave is just a slave, And as long as you wouldn't be here always I'll keep fucking her for a supstitute, no hard feelings." The knife at my chest twisted as a teardrop from my eyes.

I don't know if I'm crying for the fact that he's calling me a slave or the fact that he's likely gonna keep on raping me as he wishes. And thinking about that, I'm not ready to be someone's sex slave especially not this monster.

"You better make sure of that" that statement hits me so hard and it got me thinking if he was referring to me or to the person he's mindlinking. Wait... what if he's reading my thoughts?

"Stand up." I heard his commanding voice hack into my thoughts.

Okay I'm so dead.