Chapter 68: Chapter 68

Lucien's POV

Smokes emanated from my mouth and nostrils as I smoked deeply the cigarette in between my lips. Why am I feeling unhappy? Is it because of that unfortunate slave? I shouldn't be feeling this way.

"Master, would you like me to bring in your breakfast? Lady Delia already prepared it for you just the way you like it" Axel started, and I shook my head in disagreement.

Axel stared at me in confusion. He must be surprised that I refused to have breakfast. Probably because I don't do that often. Why have I suddenly lost appetite? My head was aching so badly, and my eyes heavy.

"Master, may I ask you a question?" Axel spoke up calmly, and I nodded my head again. My eyes were fixed on the scroll in my hand.

"What's going on, Master? You have refused to eat your favorite breakfast, and your eyes is swollen like you haven't gotten sleep at all for a whole week. Is there anything bothering you?" Axel asked with concern, I turned my gaze away throwing the scroll on the ground.

"Get me a slave here immediately" I ordered, and he widened his eyes in shock. I bet he was shocked to hear me request for that.

"Yes... Yes Master" He stammered as he rushed out of my chambers immediately.

Few minutes later, he returned with one of the slaves who was shivering in fear. She walked towards me with calculable steps.

The room was dark, so I could see the slave without her seeing me because I was putting on a black robe.

"Take off your damn clothes, get on the bed, and go on your fours" I ordered in a cold voice. Tears fell from her eyes, and she quickly made for the button of her dress.

She yanked the skirt off her waist, and the blouse off her body. Stacked naked, she walked to the bed giving me her back.

I walked to the bed, and my three fingers found way into her pus*y. I inserted my fingers into her opening, and she moaned. Probably in pains or pleasure... I don't care.

I started f*ngering her roughly, and she cried out in pains. She was tight, but that was the least I care about.

I grabbed her bre*sts, and fondled them roughly. She continued moaning as I slapped her butt with the horsewhip on the table. Without wasting much time, I pushed my shaft into her opening, and she cried out.

I started slamming into her roughly without any mercy. All I felt inside me was bitterness, so I kept on slapping her butt which made her butt color different from the color of her face.

"Ahh... Master... Please you're hurting me"

"Oh please..."

"No! F***... Please"

"Ouch... Ahh... No"

Her moan filled the room, and my balls kept slapping her cu*t noisily. I pushed her to the wall, and dragged her legs wider before riding inside her like my life depended on it.

"I can't let them take you. You're mine, Madison" I mumbled in anger as I kept on f****** the slave without remorse since I was venting my anger on her.

Madison's POV

I stared at the clothes on the bed. They are news designs of expensive clothes, well arranged and kept on the bed. A gasp escaped my lips the moment I saw them as I walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey! Who are these for? I think you must have brought it to the wrong room. This can't possibly be mine" I snapped at the servants who were on their way out.

"That's not true Miss. This can't be the wrong room, the Master has ordered this clothes to be brought to you" They replied.

Does this mean that he meant it when he said that we are both going to get married? These clothes are way too expensive for me, and no matter what I do, I don't think I can afford them.

"That can't be. I really can't afford these dresses. I don't think I've ever seen such expensive dresses talk more of owning them" I shook my head in disagreement.

"The Master wants you to get ready, you'll be going with him to a Royal banquet this evening. You need to look your best, Miss" One of the elderly women among the servant said, and I arched my eyebrows.

"Royal banquet?" I snapped at her, and they nodded their heads.

"What royal banquet? Are slaves allowed to go to a Royal banquet? What the hell is going on? Is this a dream or something? Why am I being given special treatments? The master can't mean his statement" I thought inwardly as the servants walked out of the room.

I turned to the clothes still staring at them in shock. I know I'm supposed to feel happy owning so many expensive and beautiful clothes, but I just feel this isn't right.

*****

I was sleeping soundly when I felt someone tap me, and I jerked up from the bed in fear. It was the elderly woman who came with the other servants to wash my hair.

"Ma'am... What... What are you doing here?" I stammered panicking. Are they going to kill me?

"It's time for you to get ready, miss. By the way, I'm just a servant in charge of taking care of your needs, you can call me by my name instead of calling me ma'am. My name is Rachel" She bowed her head, and I gulped nervously.

"Get ready? Where to? Why should I get ready?" I arched my eyebrows, and she smiled faintly.

"You need to get ready for the royal banquet" She said, and I scratched my head.

Sitting in front of the mirror, a makeup artist started making me up. My hair was curled with a curler, and my finger nails and toes properly polished with a nail polish.

Staring at my face in the mirror, I doubted if I was really the one in front of the mirror. I looked exceptionally beautiful in the white short gown that could barely cover my fleshy laps. Not like I had a choice.

"You're so beautiful, miss" They complimented, and I forced a laugh at them.

The door creaked open, and Master Xavier entered the room.

"Wow!" He exclaimed, and his jaw went numb as he drooled at me.....