9

When I walked into the dungeon, I noticed how all the girls were smiling at me. I was shy and my mind was still contemplating on how better to digest the situation.

" hi,'' one of the dark-haired girls said. she was beautiful, Her hair almost fell over her shoulders and she had the most beautiful smile.

''I'm Sally, what's your name?'' she asked politely. I noticed how they had waited for the guards to go before they began talking. The guards had hung around for almost an entire 20 minutes discussing among themselves and betting on who would get to have me first. It was honestly uncomfortable to hear men discuss something in such a shameless manner.

The feel of the grass scattered on the floor clearly showed how dumpy the place was. the floor was extremely cold and I couldn't understand how these girls survived here.

'' Isabella,'' I responded, making sure that my words were as short as possible. If there is something I was slowly learning, then it would be that I have no friends here.

'' Nice to meet you, Isabella, '' Sally responded welcomingly.

''Don't you want to sit down?'' another girl asked me.

My eyes danced around the features of the dungeon some more. the carvings on the walls perhaps from other slave girls who had overstayed in the cells were what could be seen. The little cracks in the compartment showed that these Dungeons were perhaps more than decades old. I could bet that this is where they kept the Prisoners of War before. When the alphas went for battle and they took in slaves, perhaps here is where they were kept before the trade for slaves actually began happening.

'' sure.'' I respond as I move towards her and sit at the corner. I cannot help but gasp at the coldness of the concrete wall and the way it feels on my butt. The conditions for this place were extremely deteriorating.

''The best thing you can do here is just to pretend you are not listening to the comments of the Guards. I can tell you will have a great time here.'' Emily says. Her statement confuses me.

''A great time? what would be great about being a slave?'' I ask in annoyance.

''Oh my dear, is this your first time being a slave?'' Sally asks, suddenly intrigued by our conversation. I did not understand why the other girls were not talking and I wondered if Sally and Emily had something to do with it. Could it be that among the slaves, there were also the girls who pretended to be the queen bees, all the bullies?

''What do you mean my first time? Have all of you here been slaves more than once?'' I ask. I honestly don't feel like talking to any of them.

The environment that we are in does not facilitate chitchat.

''Of course. this is my 13th Year a Slave. I have been tossed around in Kingdoms for the past six years until finally here, where alpha Aiden and alpha Oliver took pity on me and kept me as their personal sex slave for seven years. Not that I'm bragging, but it's quite an honor.'' She speaks in Pride.

I fail to understand why she feels the need to be proud of such a thing. it is completely diminishing and disrespectful to anyone's dignity to be kept as a slave just for the purposes of sex. Why does she speak so highly of it? I remember yesterday when the Maids were talking about both twin alphas and how they themselves, would also want to be taken as sex slaves for the alphas. What was the fuzz really all about?

''So you're telling me that you're proud of being used as a sex slave?'' I asked in disgust. She pauses for a second, reading my expression and realizing that I was not a fan of her type of story. My instinct did not sit right with her and I hated her talkativeness and the way she disregarded everyone else.

"Yes, of course. Have you met alpha Aiden and alpha Oliver? Those men know what they're doing. '' she replies in a short tone.

I only rolled my eyes, her previous statement repeating itself in my head. So she would rather be a slave as long as it meant getting pleasured sexually? Where the hell was dignity going? This was never going to be something I wanted.

''Are you a virgin or something?'' she asks with a look of disgust. The way she eyes me up and down shows me that I have already lost respect in her eyes. but was a really trying to impress some slave girl that I met in the dungeon? I did not want to argue, especially because I had a lot on my mind. I was ready to die as long as it meant no one will be touching me sexually. There was still that heartache from the imagination that my mates had left me here to suffer. What was the mate Bond all about? Did the moon goddess give me soul mates just so they would abandon me in place of their ego and reputation?

''Something.'' I responded.

''Look girly, you aren't going to come here and start showing attitude. Do you know what happened to the last people that tried to speak to me rudely?'' she asks, still eyeing me up and down.

''Not really, were they eaten by birds?'' I asked in a sarcastic tone. I hear the chuckle of the other three girls that were seated at the other end of the dungeon. They act as though they are afraid of both sandy and Emily.

''Is there anything funny, You unhealthy pieces of cunt?'' Sandy spats. The girls immediately quiet down looking away from her as though she would eat them alive.

''Listen here, Little Miss attitude. Whatever I say in this Dungeon goes, I am the Alpha slave and you can obviously tell by that that I rule this place. If you want to continue existing here peacefully, I suggest you abide by my rules and take that attitude as well.'' Sandy speaks.

''I'd listen to her if I were you,'' Emily chims in.

''Glad to see you're not me,'' I responded. '' And as for you,'' I say, turning to Sandy. '' if you so much as run your mouth one more time, telling me shit you can never fulfill or giving me those empty threats, then rest assured my foot will be resting in your ass.''