MORGANA THE ALPHAS PET

MORGANA’S POV

I can’t remember how long it’s been since I got locked up. I’ve been wearing the same uncomfortable clothes for 2 months now, and it makes it even worse now that they are blood stained. I haven’t been whipped in a long time and that’s only because I’ve tried as much as possible to obey the slave master and do everything he tells me to.

I hate the slave master. He’s a short man with a fat belly and I’ve always thought his face -which despite his disgusting personality- was too cute for him. He whips humans- slaves- for the dumbest of reasons. I once had a cell mate who the slave master beat to death because he asked her to smile and she retaliated by spitting in his face. An act that she paid for with her life.

He came into the cell and started giving her lashes with his whip. He beat her all over until she just suddenly stopped screaming. Her still fresh carcass was taken to the vampire slave room so her blood could be fed to the starving vampire slaves. The slave master’s whip has thorns around it’s edges, making it impossible for you not to bleed when you get whipped.

I was traumatized for a good two weeks after that scene. Whenever I closed my eyes, I heard her painful screams and I saw her dead body lying limp on the floor in front of the slave master. She was the only friend I had for a long while since I got locked up.

I got whipped yesterday because I overslept. The castle grounds need to be kept clean and humans and vampire slaves take turns cleaning it. Yesterday, it was my turn but when the slave master came to get us, I was still asleep. For some reason I didn’t hear the sound of the annoying bell that wakes us up every morning.

I thought the slave master would cut me some slack since I’ve been a good slave for a long while, always doing as I’m told. He however didn’t take that into consideration as he dragged me by my hair out of my cell. He tossed me around like a ball, bruising my skin with his long whip. I honestly thought I was going to die. It was pain I had never felt before. And to make it worse, after whipping me, he threw me back into my cell and poured a bucket of water mixed with salt on me knowing it would sting as my wounds were still fresh.

‘I hate you’ I said to myself as the fat man whipped me.

‘One day I’ll make you pay’ I thought as I felt the cold liquid sting my wounds.

I couldn’t get any sleep last night because of how bad I was hurting. Every time I tried to move, my wounds would remind me to stay still. I couldn’t move and I was bloody and uncomfortable and I felt my left leg cramping up already.

‘At least you’re not on your period Morgana’ I whisper to myself.

I place my hands on the cold floor and try to lift myself up as I hear the morning bells ring. Today isn’t my turn to clean the castle grounds but the pet master wouldn’t like to see me still asleep anyways.

I don’t know what I ever did to offend the gods to deserve a life like this. The huge door roars as the pet master pushes it open. The rest of the slaves and I flinch at the sight of the disgusting man. Some of the slaves scoot further back into their cages, whimpering in fear. Through the power of his whip, he has learnt to command fear and obedience with his presence.

As he walks further into the cell, he comes to a stop in front of my cage shooting me a scornful look.

“Good to see you’ve learnt your lesson human. Next time I catch you asleep after morning hours, I’ll feed you to the vampires.” Two other guards behind him let out terrifying chuckles as the pet master laughs in my face. He spits in my cage before moving further in to torment other slaves.

At one point, I wanted to get fed to one of the vampires. I wanted to have the blood and life sucked out of me by one of the night walkers. It’s not difficult to be suicidal while living in a place like this. A lot of slaves have attempted suicide before and some have succeeded.

Some slaves have lost hope and have accepted their fate. Working forever as slaves to the werewolf nation. Very few of us still have hope. Sometimes I think I’m the only one left with hope is this hell hole, because I have a dream. One day I will make them all pay.

The werewolves who so brutally slaughtered my parents and the vampires who have been feeding off of the humans for years. I will kill each and every one of them and power will belong to the humans.

I, of course have no idea how to go about this plan of mine given my current situation, and the fact I’m physically weaker than my enemies doesn’t exactly give me the upper hand.

But one way or the other, they will all pay. They don’t just get to get away with their horrible deeds. They don’t just get to oppress us forever, not after all what they’ve put us through. Not after what they did to my parents.

I will get my revenge and it will be delicious.