Three days has passed and Kira has adjusted the best she could. Surprisingly she hasn't tried to kill herself, hasn't lost her mind, well yet. She has been a good little girl and has followed orders and taken tips from the pack bitches.
I lay in bed, for once I am alone. Times like these is what I cherish, when its quite and no one is watching me.
"Where is everyone?" Kira asks softly. I raise my head to see her standing in the door way holding her right wrist tenderly. Her purple robe is ruffled and loose around the chest. Peter must of had her this morning.
I sit up gesturing for her to come sit next to me. "Cora, Allison, and Lydia all have clients. Malia is in the kitchen making Peter's breakfast."
Once Kira sits, I slowly take her wrist from her. A black P with a crescent moon behind it is tattooed there. The skin around the ink is redden and puffy. Well thats it, she is officially Peter's. I go to one of the drawers, pulling out the tubing alcohol. I grab and old cloth as well before going back to sit next to Kira.
"This is going to sting a little." I take the cloth and pour some alcohol on it before whipping the tattoo down. Kira doesn't even wince. I don't Peter was gentle when giving her the tattoo. I was beaten before the process of getting inked. All the bitches have the brand on their right wrist.
"You will need to do this once a day for a week. You don't want it to get infected." I instruct.
Kira nods, eyes distant. I put everything up, as I am making my way back she speaks. "Are all the client sessions held in the house?"
I nod, "Peter can't let his money go wandering off to be picked up by someone else."
"So we are never leaving this place?"
I shake my head.
"Do you even know where we are? What city we are in? What state?"
"I haven't been out of this house since the day I got here."
Kira's eyes widen as she gasps. I am sure one of the girls told her the length of time I have been here. Kira's eyes drop down to her wrist before wandering to my matching tattoo.
"Can I ask another question?" Her voice is hushed, as if she doesn't want anyone else to hear.
"Yes?"
"What is the story of Erica? To a-" She is cut off by a scream. The sound is abruptly stopped, causing Kira to shake. "What was that?" She rasps.
"That was Lydia. The client must be really bad." I shrug, making no move to comfort the frighten girl. She is probably getting an idea of what her life holds in the future. Kira swallows thickly trying to calm herself.
"You wanted to know about Erica?" I prompt her previous question. She nods slowly. "Erica was the second whore. Everyone knew her except Malia. She made the mistake of falling in love with a client. His name was Boyd I believe. She didn't want to this anymore, she wanted out. So she fought a client, and he beat her to death. Boyd went on a rampage to get Erica's killer, but he wound up dead a few nights later."
Erica's death was brutal. We could only hear the struggle, but Cora was in the room. She saw everything. She tried to stop it but that only got her beat as well. Not to mention the punishment Peter gave her once she was healed.
Kira is quite. As if thinking of what to say next. "What are the girls back stories?"
"Cora's whole family burned in a house fire. Only her Sister, brother, and Peter survived. Her brother went away to school and Peter killed her sister to get her." Kira gasps. "Allison's mother committed suicide and Peter killed her aunt to get her. Lydia was sold to Peter by her boyfriend. Malia's mother and sister died in a car crash while trying to escape Peter. I heard he some how tampered with the car to cause it to crash. He collected Malia from the scene before the police arrived."
Kira takes a deep breath. "I was at a club when he kidnapped me." Then she looks up at me. "What is your story?"
"My father died a week before Peter took me." I was walking by myself at night, trying to clear my head from everything when Peter came up from behind and knocked me out.
"Stiles!" Peter's voice booms causing Kira to jump. I rise and quickly make my way to Peter's master bedroom. He is lounged on the sofa against the far wall. "I have a very important client coming in tonight. I need you to treat him with the upmost respect and do everything he requests. Do you understand?" I nod. This will be my first client in a while.
A predatory grin makes its way onto Peter's face. "Good. Because if you do anything wrong, I promise you will regret it." I only nod once more.
Standing, Peter stretched before leading the way to a bedroom. The best bedroom in the house, in my opinion. Opening the door Peter reveals a very tall and handsome man standing in the middle of the room. He wore a black suite with a bright red silk tie, that color tie in this place can only mean one thing. He was an Alpha. If he held such power why come here to fuck? The man's 5 o'clock shadow fit his face well. A pair of pale green eyes watching us.
"Stiles, this is my nephew, Derek."
A/N: Well I believe I just might keep it up. Please let me know any thoughts or questions about the story! If I run off the road and you think the story is heading into a bad direction just give a review so I can try to fix it. Thank you for reading! Until Next Time!
