Page 50 of The Devil's Heir
I've just entered my room when the door slams closed behind me, making me jump. I know I didn't push it that hard, so when I turn around, I scream, and my hand flies to my chest.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?"
"Me? What the fuck are you doing, demanding that Master gets rid of me?"
"You were eavesdropping!" I accuse, narrowing my eyes at Sasha.
"I was here first, and I will make damn sure that I remain here!" she states angrily.
"Do whatever you think you have to do, but at the end of the day, I think we both know who will stay and who will go. He needs an Heir, and I doubt he will want one with a used-up whore such as yourself."
I don't see it coming, so when the sting across my face comes, I stare wide-eyed at the bitch.Oh, hell no, she didn't!I may not be a fighter, but as an adult, I will not allow anyone to treat me this way, not out of anger or, in this case—jealousy.
I slap her back, stunning her just as much as she did me.
"You bitch! You're going to pay for that!" Sasha screams at me.
Sasha comes at me, knocking me to the ground and grabbing my hair on each side of my head. She sits on me and tries to bang my head against the floor, but I twist. Burning resonates through my scalp as my hair gets yanked the other way by the motion.
Before anything else can be done, a roar echoes through the room and within seconds, Sasha is pulled from on top of me. My hand goes to my head, hoping I don't find a bald spot, and to my relief, I don't.
"Please, Master! I'm sorry—she started it! I came in here to talk to her and become friends with her, but she attacked me!" Sasha pleads with a very pissed-off Jarek. He's holding her by her hair. When his eyes land on me, they soften just the tiniest bit but then harden again when he looks at Sasha.
"What is the number two rule in my house?" he asks her through a clenched jaw.
"No lying, Master. Which is why I'm telling you the truth!" Sasha swears.
Using her hair to pull her over to the corner of the room, he forces Sasha to look at a speck on the wall by the ceiling. One that I've never noticed before because it's that small.
"Tell me what that is, Sasha! Come on, you've been here long enough to know what it is."
There have been times that I've seen Jarek upset, maybe a little pissed, but seeing him enraged scares the shit out of me. What has me moving back is when Sasha remains quiet, and Jarek pulls his gun out, pointing it at her head.
She cries out as I slap my hand over my mouth.
"Answer the fucking question." His voice is low and very menacing.
"I-It's a c-camera, M-Master."
"Very good. Now, you want to try telling me again why you're in Liliana's room?"
"I overheard you t-talking to h-her. She w-wants you to g-get rid of m-me," the submissive stutters.
"So what. Liliana is going to give me an Heir. What the fuck are you going to give me, except a fucking headache?"
"Please, Master! I beg you, don't send me away—I'm sorry!" Sasha pleads but it does no good.
Jarek holsters his gun and says, "No worries, I'm not sending you away yet. You have to be punished for attacking Lily."
Hearing him say the name that he used to call me by when we were younger throws me off guard momentarily, but then Sasha's words push my thoughts aside.
"Please, no! Not the cage! I'll do anything, but please don't put me in the cage!" She looks frightened as hell, but I can't find it in me to feel sorry for her.
I'm interested to see what this cage is all about. I've heard it mentioned before but never thought too much about it. Now that I'm seeing Sasha's reaction, my interest has piqued.
"Come with me, pauper. It's time you see what the cage is about. You may think twice about disobeying me in the future."
TWENTY-SEVEN
