His Broken Mate

Scarlet's Pov.

10 years. I've been in this room for ten years. Curious as to why I am here? I'll share my story with you

At the age of eight I was taken from my family by my uncle, he drugged and kidnapped me.

As a werewolf I had developed quickly than regular humans but due to the drug mixed with the wolfsbane given to me on that fateful day all I could remember till now is my name.

My name is scarlet, I always wondered if I had a relative out there, tried to regain my memory with different means of self therapy but to no avail.

I wondered if they remembered me, they must have thought I died because no one had found me. I don't blame them. Ten years is a long time to be apart from your family.

I don't know where I am, all I know is that my uncle brought me here and sold me to Andrew who is also a werewolf and I have been with him to nine years.

Since I've been here I have a few friends , Sandra and Martha . They were bought by Mr Andrew also and were brought here, we became friends instantly.

I started my day by waking up to the loud banging on my cell room door.

"Get your ass up scar, it's time to make me some money" Mr Andrew my boss shouted, as I could hear his footsteps fading down the hallway.

Knowing it was best for me to stand up at that point due to past experience and still visible scars due to lateness. I fixed my bed and got ready for my daily chores.

My boss Lucas runs a motel and a strip club both in the house we live in.

In this house we have three floors with different functions each, the first floor being the strip club, the second being the motel and the last which is the throes being our cell room which no one knew about except the girls, Andrew, his women or should I say sex toys and friends.

Each night people would pay $2000 dollars for a girl either to strip or to have fun with.

I can't remember how many times I've been bought by men to step for them because I had lost count.

I don't know what it is about me but I always get picked to stop but it is was way better than spending the night with those men in bed who tend not to show any mercy of any sort.

I was raped when it was 12 after a year i wa brought here, it was the worst feeling in the world which led to my withdrawal syndrome which gained the wrath of Andrew s' whip.

While other kids were being happy with their family and playing I was being abused and raped. I cried myself to sleep for the first 4 years and when I turned fifteen I stopped. It was like I had run our of tears.

Living here wasn't that bad, don't misquote me it was a horrible feeling to be used by these men daily but then I had a place to lay my head at night and good to eat and his sister Moana is nice to us.

I remember the first time I was brought here with rags as cloths and an empty stomach. She gave me clothes, food and dressed my wounds and gave me a shoulder to cry on.

In two days I'll turn eighteen. I'm really excited and happy because that's the age I get to shift to my werewolf form, I also know that I'm supposed to find my mate and the bond becomes stronger on that day and all but I don't want him.

Questions always run into my head whenever I think of my mate why if he is just like the other men here? What if he's a womaniser like all the men that have bought me through out these years? What if he reject me because I'm defiled. I think that would be my breaking point and I won't be able to go through that pain alongside the depression I feel and face daily.

Andrew is always sweet to his sister Moana and cares for her she's the only reason we get to eat proper food daily but she is not allowed to interfere with the night routine or she will get a punishment

I remember when she tried to help me , It worked at the moment but the next day she had a black eye, busted lip and hand marks on her throat. I knew it was because of me even though she said otherwise.

Night came by fast and before I could blink my eyes to rest I had to get ready for the night. That consisted of me wearing revealing lingerie and a short dress that covers hardly anything and make up. Lots and lots of make up.

Just as I was about to walk out Andrew walked in. I bowed my head in submission and waited for him to say something. He  lifted my head up and made eye contact with me.

"How's my favourite striper doing this beautiful evening?" He asked with a teasing tone I detest.

"Everything is fine sir" I replied.

"Good then very good, even better cause tonight you will not be going to the second floor with the other girls.

My eyes widened in shock and curiosity but I knew better than to voice out my curiosity and question him.

"Yes sir" i said

"You have a customer who had paid double to spend time with you and of course your body. Now come on time to get your stripping show on" he walked out heading for the stairs to the first floor with me following him closely.

I gave a sad smile to the girls on my way out and they smiled back. My face may have looked calm but if you were to look into my eyes you'd see the fear instilled in them.

I have heard from the other girls that those who pay twice as much for a girl, they like to make you beg, scream and cry at the same time. Sounded really horrible.

When we arrived at the club, he led mt to a table where a man was sitted "have a good night" he aid as he walked away not without throwing a smirk towards the man seated.

"Hey sweet heart, come have a seat" he said.

Have a seat? Have a seat!? What game was he playing, I am here to strip for him and not to seat.

"Why dont we cut through the chase, I can make your day without having to seat" I replies using my trained seductive voice.

"What can I do to please you tonight" I said

"Oh darling, you know what I want" the man who was my customer said as he took quick strides towards where I stood.

The. I heard a gasp from another man behind us causing me to turn towards his direction and the words i dreaded  the most followed

Mate'' he whisphered, as my customers my hands settled at each side of the wall caging me as i stared into the other man's his blue eyes.

My eyes widened,my heart was beating so fast i could hear it in my ears. I froze not knowing what to do. I think i stood there being perplexed for way to long when i felt a hand on my cheeks.

Switching focus i turned to look into my costumer.

You can call me scarlet and i will definitely make tonight the best night youve ever had" i said seductively pulling Mr customer who I called X( since we were not supposed to know their names) jacket closer to which he wrapped his hands around me and started rubbing up and down my arm.

"Let's get out of here scarlet dear" Mr X said with lust to which his eyes turned pitch black with anger.

I nodded but not without noticing the deep throated growl that emitted from our back as i took Mr X to the private section.

The alarm in the room indicated that my private stripping session has started, grabbing the pole sultrly i decided not to waste much time on Mr X short payment.

I ran to him and pulled his shirt up and threw it across the room and pushed on the bed. Then i threw his jacket on the floor as he pulled down my ponytail while i ruffled his hair .

Tracing his hands with kisses i pulled them above his head as i chained his hands to the bed post.

I smeared my lipstick all over his face so as to keep up with the facade.

Mr X tried to take control by switching positions but i pushed hum down again and just in time too because Andrew walked in.

"That will be all Scar, your time with Mr Charles is up'' Andree said smirking

But she hasnt......'' X or should I say Mr Charles stuttered while trying to explain his yearn for me

"Have a nice day Sirs'' i say as i make my way out for the door.

At the door post i tried to search for his eyes to see if he waited for me but instead i realized his blue eyes were no where to be found, he left so much for being my mate