Will you tell me where you are coming from at this time of the night before I scatter your head with a slap,"
Lord Lyron hard baritone could be heard resonating in the entire house.
He looked sternly at the little woman who stood terrified beside the door with a small coat in her hands.
His male presence dominating the entire room scared the hell out of the petite lady who stood by the door.
"From our women's reunion.Have you forgotten I told you I would be going there tod..."
The girl didn't have the chance to complete her sentence because the slap that cut across the upper section of her face makes her the girl burst into tears.
Lord Lyron, a twenty-two-year-old lunatic, drunkard, and good for nothing young wreck.Tall, slim with an average pot belly of a rich man but with an ugly stinking breathe, not to talk of his stinking breathe filled with tobacco.Putting his hand in his jean pockets as he paced the floor.
To him, Selene Ashryn is entitled to him, to respect and submit himself although they aren't legally married.
His sweatshirt reeked of sweat as he bothered less to bathe himself out of the disgusting smell.
Selene clutching her hands over her face wept out in pain over the hard blow she just received.It is a sad thing that although she wasn't bound to this beast in any way, the fear of her leaving him even stroke frightened her the more.
She is Lyron doll, his captive, and is indebted to him.
Grabbing her chin fiercely, Lyron pulled it to match his hard blue eyes which were mixed with anger and detest.
"You little rascal, how many times have I warned you to stop attending silly meetings?or should I break your legs for another month before the lesson is definitely understood?look at me, you wimp," he commanded forcing her to look at his eyes.
Selene trembled, all the blood had now left her skin as she felt like crying.She doesn't know why Lyron had chosen to punish her this way.
The last time she went out I grasp some air because the house was too hot, she had spent too much time unaware that her housemate Lron had returned from work earlier than expected.
It was a blow to her when she had returned because Lyron had not only beaten common sense into her head but had also remove the notion of leaving the house without him. She had spent a month or so nursing her broken calf to be amended. Had made her swear never to leave again
At Nineteen, Selene Ashryn looked like thirty-five, jet black hair, brown eyes, dirty baked skin, and as pale as a carved wooden stick.
She became bound to this beast when she was Sixteen after a tragic scene that happened back then.
Lyron is the leader of the most feared groups in town; the City of Skull their motto being, 'Kill and leave no survivor '
When Lyron was sent to murder Lord. Aiden at his Castle that faithful evening, Selene was the maid cleaning Lord Aiden Lounge that day. After hearing the sound of a of someone screaming and leaving the restroom, she was faced with a Sword on her neck.
Selene had witnessed it and lucky her, Lyron had wanted to kill her because she was a witness. Her beauty and innocence had saved her, but for how long will it be able to sustain her
In order to save her life, she begged and decided to be Ethan's slave.Two years had gone now, and she couldn't even breathe a word to anyone
She was allowed to keep a small circle of friends who were very discreet, he had threatened to kill her if he ever leaks out the secret.
'What is more of life when you can't enjoy it?'she ask her self whenever he torment her Raising her head to stare at his red eyes, Lyron clutched her neck trying to test her strength for survival. As expected, Selene kicked punch and yanked about struggling to breathe. Laughing hard, he released the pressure from her neck staring at her as if he wanted to devour her entire body.
The tears Selene that had vowed not to release flowed drown her pale cheek as she choked gasping for help. She knew Lyron will definitely kill her, but this was not the perfect manner in which she wanted to die, she had always envisioned dying in her seventies after seeing her grandchildren, but with Lyron around, death was lurking around her, she could feel it every time he slashed her body with his cane, each time he cut across her flesh with a blade, struggling to always strangle the life out of her. clearly established for us to live without crossing one another's paths, I wouldn't warn you, but I'll show you that I am made of stuffed materials. Lyron makes the rules and Selene lives by them," he blurted out locking a thick portion of her hair in his fingers.
Selene trembled in shock knowing well that Lyron isn't bluffing, that's the last thin he would do. Yes, she lives by the rules placed for her by him, failure to do so only meant that she wanted trouble for herself, and she wasn't ready for any sort of drama with him.