Bound to the Lycan Prince

Henrietta's POV

Chapter 3

A soft knock on the door woke me up. I was disoriented, struggling to remember where I was.

The door opened slightly, and a woman peeked in. Her eyes found me on the bed.

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

"I'm Scarlett. Get dressed."

I took a good look at her. Everything came back like a flood. Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

I wouldn't cry in front of this mean-looking lady. But why was she staring at me like she wanted me dead?

I'd literally just met her 5 seconds ago. What's the animosity for, young lady? Like chill already.

I scoffed. "You can't order me around, miss" I retorted, meeting her gaze squarely.

Her eyes narrowed in contempt at the rebellion. "What did you just say?" she asked, walking towards me.

"You heard me", I replied sassily.

Scarlett's eyes darkened as she stepped closer, her lips curling into a smirk. "Get dressed, slut," she hissed, each word a venomous warning.

I was not prepared for the punch she landed on my stomach with her words, which made me fall back on the bed in pain. She grabbed my hair pulling hard. I felt my scalp prickling while speaking directly over my face.

 "You'll obey when I tell you to do something. I will gut you, I don't care whose favourite you are". She pulled my hair back again for good measure".

I could only grind my teeth to stop from crying out from the intense pain, still feeling from the punch. 

 "Nod if you understand me, bitch!"

Scarlett was little, just an inch taller than me but I could feel the darkness rolling off her in waves. I didn't want to be the recipient of such darkness so I nodded.

She threw me back on the bed. "Get dressed" she ordered, leaning calmly on the bedside table folding her hands; a perfect saint, like she didn't just hit and threaten me.

I walked back to the table where I lay my clothes out to dry. They were still wet but I'd be damned if I wore the strips of clothing they laid out for me.

I already discarded my panties and bra so I went without them. I shivered from the coldness of the crop top but I hoped they dried out soon.

"Follow me". Scarlett walked out, without a backwards glance.

I steeled my shoulders and walked out after her. I've got to be strong for my mum and brother.

We walked for about 5 minutes passing about 30 doors all with identical doors, they weren't numbered and I imagined how they knew which room to enter.

 I felt a chill run down my spine everything_ about this was creepy but I refused to show fear.

Scarlett stopped at a door in the far end of the hall, and spoke into the security system. They opened fluidly and I realized we were taking an elevator.

Without warning, she pushed me inside and the doors slid close. I thought she was coming with me but apparently not.

I am claustrophobic, and I felt the beginning of an attack. I've always avoided elevators at all costs. The only light illuminating the space was from a corner on the roof, a mirror was by my left and I turned my attention to it, hoping it'll make the space appear bigger and it worked.

The elevator dinged and stopped, the doors came open a second later. How are things working so smoothly here? Where the fuck am I? I didn't have time to wonder more when Steel came to view.

"We meet again". 

He said, in the most terrifying voice ever. There was just something about his voice_ or was it his face? He had a long slash on his face, from his left eye to his left jaw, his nose looked broken. His lips looked like they were in two equal halves because of the wound running right across his face.

I wish I gave him the wound. He eyed my clothes with narrowed eyes. 

"You_"

"Quit stalling Steel, bring her in. Master Adrian has been here long enough, don't you agree?" A voice cut him off but I couldn't see anyone. 

Were there cameras in here? 

Steel grunted in agreement. He grabbed me by the hair and led me into what looked like a boxing arena.

We didn't go in through the front door, but into what looked like a dressing room. 

I blinked, my eyes trying to adjust to the sudden lighting_ too bright!

He left me, walking out without a word.

I observed my surroundings. Aside from the door we came through there was nothing special about the room. There was a large mirror on the wall and an elevated chair which professional makeup artists used. There was no window or fan like the room I just left.

I heard a steady hum, like music? I strained my ear trying to listen but I couldn't make out much.

Steel walked in with four more girls, some who looked almost identical to me, same brunette hair, same azure eyes, same bright and I imagined the same age.

They wore identical clothes _ if you'd call the thong and bra that.

One was wearing blue, the other black, the others' pairs were red and pink.

"Follow me". He said to no one in particular as he was already walking out.

I stayed rooted to the spot when the other girls scrambled after him like hell was after them. I followed them at a little distance

We walked out of the room into the boxing arena. Steel was in front of us, leading us into the ring. 

I couldn't see a thing in front of me from the harsh brightness of the spotlight on us. It felt like the whole room went quiet when we stepped out.

 I knew there were people in the room from the quiet thrum of dangerous energy in the room. 

The girls in front of me climbed into the ring one after another. Steel didn't follow them in and I stood too, dreading it with everything I had in me. 

My palms were growing sweaty and I had the sudden urge to poop.