The woman yelled out in pain again. Her screamed filled the air. The high pitch note was filled with agony. Alexa tensed behind me.

" It's okay," she begins in a shaky voice, " It's Bennett and his pet, Eryn. As long as we leave them undisturbed, we'll be fine."

I didn't believe her.

Every fiber of my being wanted to ignore Alexa plea, and hunt Bennett down. I would first knock him down then position myself on top of him before driving my stake into his cold heart.

However, I knew that wasn't possible.

I controlled myself, becoming passive again. Non-threatening.

Alexa walked around me. " Let's make this quick. I think they're in the back room. If we hurry, he won't find us."

There was a sense of urgency in her voice. Whoever Bennett was, Alexa didn't like him. More like she was afraid of him.

We get to work in the room quickly. Changing the bed sheets then putting new ones on. Fluffing the pillows. Dusting here and there.

We finished before Bennett or Eryn left the back room.

" Let's get out of here," Alexa says quickly. She didn't have to tell me twice. We exited the room but not before we heard Eryn cry out in pain again.

I stopped in my tracks and listened.

" Please have mercy. I can't take anymore," she cried.

There was a loud slap.

A rough male voice who I assumed was Bennett spoke. " Shut up, pet. I show no mercy. You will be broken in or you will die trying to please me. Do I make myself clear?"

The woman whimpered.

I gritted my teeth. Forget my mission. I won't stand by while an innocent woman is being tortured! I almost went back inside until I felt Alexa pull my hand. Her touched shakes me out of it.

" I'm sorry you had to hear that but we must go. You don't want to meet Bennett or be next," she says frantically. I looked into her brown eyes and saw her fear for me and herself.

The terror in her eyes brought me back to reality. I let Alexa take me away. She takes us out of the East Wing and down a hallway. We rounded another hallway then another until we made it back to the slaves and servants quarters.

Alexa breathed out a sigh of relief. " For a second there, I thought he would catch us. Thank heaven, he didn't."

" Yes," I agreed but not because I was scared of him. I was more scared of what I would do to him and risk blowing my cover, jeopardizing the mission.

I vowed to myself once the King is dead. Bennett will be next.

" We should grab something to eat before I take you back to your room." Alexa walks into the kitchen area. I walk behind her, my stomach grumbling.

The kitchen was small. Only servants and slaves used it. Stainless steel appliances furnished the kitchen. A small table sat in the center. A couple sat down eating dinner and talking.

Alexa handed me a plate of chicken and mashed potatoes. There were two extra seats. We sat down, eating in silence.

Once I finished, she grabbed our plate and placed them in the sink. She walked over to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water.

She handed one to me. I take off the top and down the whole bottle. Alexa just stares at me wide-eyed then shrugs her shoulders.

" Thanks for helping me," Alexa smiles.

" You're welcome but it's not like I had a choice."

" I like you, Violet. Hopefully, I'll see you around."

I grinned. " Yea."

" Well let's get you back to your room and all cleaned up for King Alexander."

*****

At midnight a guard knocked on my door then let himself in.

" The King requests your presence."

The guard throws a satin black robe at me.

" Change," he gruffs then closes the door.

What's his problem?

I get out of bed, take off my nightgown, and pull on the robe. The robe came to my knees. I loved how the fabric felt so good on my skin. I decided to keep my lacy red thong and bra on.

Another perk of being a royal slave. The court supplied us with expensive lingerie.

The guard didn't give me any warning before opening the door. " Let's go slave."

He grabbed my arm and forced me out of the room. Just like before, the guard pulled me by the arm hard as we navigated the castle. If he pressed any harder I'm sure he would bruise me.

He leads me down a staircase and turns right. We stop in front of double doors. Producing a key from his pocket, he unlocks it. He opens the door and stands back to let me in.

Taking a deep breath I walk in.

The room was dimly lit with low lights, creating a seductive atmosphere. The first thing I noticed was the smell of leather. The walls and ceilings were painted a deep, dark burgundy. To my surprise, there's a large wooden cross shaped like an X fastened to the wall facing the door. It was made of polished mahogany, restraining cuffs were on each corner. Above it, ropes, chains, and shackles hanged. A long metal pole was positioned in the center.

On another wall, a startling assortment of paddles, whips, riding crops, and knives were on display.

Knives?

Did I want to wonder what they were for?

In front sat a six-foot-long table made out of wood.

Out of all the peculiar things, the large king-sized bed dominates the room. It was a four poster with a flat top. It looked inviting, promising many things. Under the canopy, I noticed only red sheets and red satin cushions piled at one end.

Everything about the large space screamed danger and seduction. This was a place for both pain and pleasure. Sometimes all at once.

A part of me screamed leave this room and never come back. I fought back the rational side of me. I won't let fear ruin my mission. Besides what is there to be afraid of? I've seen scarer torture chambers.

I turned around maybe the guard took me to the wrong room. The door was closed. No one was there.

As I whip my head back around, I saw movement on the darkest side.

Alexander moves out of the shadows, sharp fangs glistening. " Hello, Violet."