An Enemy Called Mate

ZIVA

To be honest, I had expected the Big Boss or whoever else they said I was given to to come in through the door, because I thought I was alone in the room. But I guess I was wrong, and the room was filled with some women.

As the curtains slid open, a few bare bodies were revealed. Two women… Four women were on the large bed with no clothes to cover their bodies. They were all caressing the man in their middle. I had to look closely to see who it was.

My gaze fell on a fat bald man, he was triple the size of me. The women continued to caress him and chuckle like he was gold, including the woman I met earlier. The man also seemed to be pleased with their actions.

He turned his face, and his gaze landed on me. Upon seeing me, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Leave now, we have a new member.” He ordered. Instantly, the women left his sides. They moved towards the sofa next to the bed, as they clutched their clothes.

In a jiffy, they were dressed, and they rushed toward the door I was trying to open with all of my efforts. With a touch, the door opened, and they rushed out. Not without, eyeing me, and glaring at me, like I stole their joy.

How did they open the door?

I rushed toward the door, and the door slammed shut. I tried to push it open again, but it wouldn’t open. It seemed like someone was opening and locking it from the outside.

“Do you want a drink?” The bald man’s husky voice spoke, and when I averted my gaze, he was not lying on the bed. Instead, he stood before a table and he poured a dark liquid from a bottle into two glasses.

“Interesting…” I spoke, crossing my arms, “Do you think I am dumb enough to have that drink you poured, knowing too well that you might have mixed some drugs into it, to make me drunk?”

The bald man turned, his face staring at me, “It’s rude to spoil the fun.”

I chuckled at that. He seems like an old, foolish person. I can leave this place sooner than I expected.

“But…” The bald man’s voice trailed off, as he grabbed two glasses that contained the dark liquid.

“Here is a twist.” He spoke bravely, as he approached me, “You will learn to have the drink, even though you are aware of what I mixed with it.”

“It will be less tedious to tell your men to unlock the bars, and allow me to leave.”

“I guess you are new to this pack, because you seem blinded about this place.”

“I am. I am your Alpha-”

“Shush, I don’t want to listen. Whatever you call yourself, I don’t care. This is my den, my territory. Now you are here, you must obey my rules and my commands,” the man spoke, his steps hastening as he approached me.

As soon as he was approaching, I turned back, checking my distance to the door. Only an inch was left between me and the door, so it’s best I move away.

I acted as I planned. I moved away from the door and the bald man’s voice echoed, “It will be less tedious if you quietly have this. You know, the more time you waste moving away from me, the more time we spend this night together.”

“You old, dirty pig! Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself? You should be in the pack, with your grandkids, not toying around with other women’s bodies. Have some shame at least!” I yelled.

“Okay then…” The man sighed, “I guess you are a hard nut to crack since your mouth will not stay mute for a second as it spits out nonsense.”

Placing the glasses he held gently on the table, I gripped a night lamp quickly. Positioning the night lamp in my hands, I was prepared to hit it on him, if he tried to come towards me.

Turning back to the bald man, his body appeared before me, and a glass was still clasped in his hand.

How did he get closer to me in that moment?

Without wasting time, I raised my hands to hit the night lamp on his head, but he was faster. He quickly gripped my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe.

Hastily, I dropped the night lamp as I tried to focus on releasing the man’s grip on my neck. My mind could not even think of something else. I clutched his hand that gripped my neck, intending to push it off, but I couldn’t.

I pinched and slapped his hand, but he didn’t even budge off. My beatings seemed like an ant touch to him.

Tightening his grip on my neck, I heard him utter, “I will make sure you learn to watch your tongue and obey me. I will break the innocence in you, and make you listen!”

This time, my legs were floating in the air as his grip tightened and was raised. I could not even breathe anymore, and I started to lose air. My hands dropped off, away from his hand as I became weak and exhausted. It felt like my life was being vacuumed out of my body.

When I thought that I was losing myself, my tongue encountered a strong, bitter taste. That gave me a bit of energy and I gulped it down accidentally.

Then, my legs stood on the floor, and the bald man’s grip was loosened. The man pulled his hand away and smiled. Meanwhile, I gently rubbed my neck, as pain erupted from the sides his hand gripped.

Looking up at the man, I noticed that he swayed an empty glass before me, and then he spoke, “I told you that you would learn to drink this, didn’t I?”