Bound by the Oath

Erica woke up when she heard someone yelling crazily. She blinked her eyes a few times and sat up on the huge silky bed. "How could you do this, mother?" Someone yelled and Erica jumped in fear. It was a masculine voice. She was already scared because of the twists and turns her life was having and now this yelling.

"I did what had happened to me." She heard Mrs Smith's voice. She recognized her voice. Of course, how could she forget Mrs Smith.

"I thought you would never do this to any woman, but I was so wrong." That masculine voice yelled again.

"Think whatever you want to think son but now it's done already. So accept it." Mrs Smith said carelessly.

"And if I didn't accept it then." Masculine voice asked angrily.

"Then she will be sent to the slave house. And I will keep buying girls until you accept one as your wife. Your grandmother did that to me and now your wife will be bought as well." Mrs Smith said.

"Oh God, slave house. No no no, please oh God." Erica thought and a sob escaped her lips. She covered her mouth and sobbed quietly.

"Fine but if I don't like her, she's out of my room." That masculine voice spoke.

"Have I ever forced you into anything? It's your life, do whatever you want." Mrs Smith said.

"Like you really care about me, mother. I know you're just taking your revenge." That masculine voice spoke again with a dark chuckle.

"Whatever, just go inside and if you don't like her just come back out and tell me she'll be kicked into the slave house." Mrs Smith said.

"And what would happen to her if she goes to the slave house." That masculine voice asked.

"She'll be a slave there. Her body will be used for different kinds of services." Mrs Smith explained.

"Different kinds of services? It could be sexual services as well?" The masculine voice asked.

"Yes of course. Mostly if I'm being honest." Mrs Smith replied.

"For the love of God mother, how could you do that to another woman." That masculine voice spoke again.

"This should not concern you, if you wouldn't like her." Mrs Smith said.

"Whatever, let's just get over it. I'm already tired." That masculine voice spoke again.

The door opened and a very hot and handsome guy stepped into the room. Erica looked at him head to toe. He was 6 feet tall, golden skin, blue eyes and messy Sandy blonde hair. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that showed his abs clearly. And skinny jeans that look amazingly good on his long legs. Her eyes went back to his face which had a sexy smirk on it. He caught her drooling over him. Her cheeks turned pink and she narrowed her eyes. "Look at me." He said in a firm voice and she jumped again but did as he told her to do. He looked at her, she was stunning.

"Get up and come here." He pointed to the spot right in front of him. She quickly crawled out of the bed and went to him. She wasn't so tall, 4 foot 9 or 10 inches as she looked. Long golden hair that reached to her knees. Pink color skin and grape color eyes. Hands, feet, legs he noticed, she was so thin and fragile that even a slap could break her bones.

"Please don't send me to a slave house, I beg you. I'll do anything you want but please don't send me there." Her voice was so sweet like a bird's chirping. Her cheeks weren't chubby but still whenever she speaks, dimples appear on both of her pinky cheeks.

"So you know what will happen to you in the slave house?" A soft sob escaped her red lips and she nodded her head.

"Do you know I can be the worse?" He asked, she shook her head.

"How can you be so sure that I will be gentle with you?" He asked.

"My grandma's sister was sent to a slave house. 3 days later, they received her dead body. My grandma told me her story. I don't want to die like that, please. I don't know if you would be gentle with me or not, but at least I won't die." She said in a shaky voice. He nodded his head and walked close to her.

"And how do you know you can live with me? I am nothing but a nightmare for everyone who is close to me. You see my mother even stays far away from me." He explained.

"I can handle nightmares but I don't want a slave house." She whispered.

"Why? Give me a solid reason and you can stay." He offered.

"Because I don't want to be a cake that anyone can taste." She said, She spoke the truth. She wanted herself to be safe for the one who is chosen for her by God almighty. Her words were kind of funny but they were firm. He was impressed with her. He smiled and went out of the room.

Her body dropped on the ground and she started sobbing. "She's staying." He said to Mrs Smith. Those words reached her ears and she quickly stood up again. She thanked her God and wiped her tears. He came back into the room and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Come here." He said and she quickly went towards him.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Erica." She replied softly.

"Erica what?" He asked.

"Erica nothing." She replied. He chuckled and she felt something funny in her stomach.

"Nothing, I have never heard a surname like nothing before." He said.

"I don't think anyone would care if I removed their so called surname from my name." She said.

"What did they do to you?" He asked.

"They sold their only daughter to your mother without even asking what would happen to her." She replied and he nodded.

"I think you know that we are engaged and we will get married soon. So I am not your Master or anything. We will be sharing this room. I am doing you this favor and I can ask you for favors in the future as well. Are we understood?" He explained.

" Yes, I'll do everything for you, just don't send me to the slave house." She pleaded again.

"Don't worry, I am not going to send you anywhere. I have accepted you as my partner and I am going to protect you." He replied with a smile.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"For what?" He asked.

"For giving me a chance." She said and wiped her tears. He nodded his head and made his way to the bathroom. She sat on one of the couches in his room, unsure of doing anything without his permission. He came back to the room, only in his boxers. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath hitched when she looked at him almost naked. She turned her face away and he smirked.

"Why are you sitting over there? Aren't you tired?" He asked.

"Where can I sleep?" She asked back.

"On the bed, you are an adult and we don't want my mother to get suspicious." He said in a "dah" tone. She got up, went to bed and quickly crawled in. He pulled the comforter over both of them and closed his eyes.

"Can I ask you a question?" She whispered.

"Hmm." He hummed.

"What is your name?" She asked. He chuckled softly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Alexander, my name is Alexander Walker. But you can call me Alex like all my friends." He said with a sexy smirk on his face. Her cheeks turned pink again and she gulped hard. The funny feeling in her stomach was back.

"Good night Erica." He said and turned around.

"Good night Alex." She whispered back with a grateful smile. She didn't turn around. She closed her eyes and she slept peacefully.