Anita blinked back to reality, she'd been caught staring.
"I'm sorry," Anita said.
"You're wolfless," Anita stated, running her eyes over Anita's face.
Anita gulped, 'Not again.'
She wondered if she was about to get bullied once more for her non-existent wolf.
If only the darned animal could just show up, it would save her a lot of trouble in this second life.
"Yes," Anita answered in a small voice.
Vivian nodded and stepped away from the door, allowing Anita entrance.
Anita took a deep breath and walked through the door. She was met with yet, another very long passageway with doors adjacent and opposite each other, but it looked more like a hostel than a home. Like something you would see in a girls' college.
She followed Vivian behind as they walked along the passageway, and only stopped when they reached the tenth door. Vivian paused and pushed the door open.
"Go in," Vivian pointed into the dark room.
Anita bit her lips as she hesitated for a while. She finally picked up her courage and walked into the room, Vivian following behind and turning on the light as she entered.
Anita was surprised to find four sets of double bunk beds placed at the four walls of the rectangular room.
"No one's in now. They've all gone to work, and soon, you'll be joining them unless the Alpha decides otherwise for you," Vivian said and walked over to the last bunk on the left side of the room.
"This," Vivian tapped the bed on the upper bunk, "Is your bed."
"Um," Anita mumbled, not knowing what to say in her situation.
"I'll bring your clothes in a second, go in there and have a shower, the boss will ask for you soon," Vivian said in a professional tone and walked toward the door.
"Excuse me, Miss?" Anita called after Vivian before she could leave the room.
"Yes?" Vivian answered, slowly turning to face Anita.
"Um, what do you mean by unless the boss decides otherwise?" Anita asked cautiously.
Vivian smiled in reply, "You'll know soon." She said and walked out of the room.
Anita sighed; she looked around the room; it was just basic bunk beds with mini bedside drawers beside them.
So this was going to be her life from now on?
Could she ever escape? Or was she destined to die here?
Thinking back to her previous life, she felt very disappointed in herself; if she had the knowledge she had now, she wouldn't have killed herself; she would have just loved herself more and ignored the world.
But, here she was, transmigrated into the future, six years ahead of the time she had killed herself.
She winced as she felt the pain in her body from the beatings she had received from her brother and her soul transmigrated into another type of body.
She slowly pushed the door open and walked into the bathroom. However, her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
A blonde girl was sitting wide-legged on the floor of the bathroom, deeply pushing a pink dildo in and out of herself as she used her other hand to vigorously rub her clit, biting her lips in pleasure.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry! So sorry," Anita covered her hand over her eyes and quickly ran out of the bathroom.
This was the first time Anita had ever seen something like that. In her previous life, she'd heard her classmates talk about experimenting with different kinds of toys, but she never got to see them.
Not that she never wanted to see it, or, even try it, but she just didn't have the liberty of doing so. She spent every second of her life getting bullied, both at home and outside.
She felt very uncomfortable seeing a woman doing that to herself, she had thought it was supposed to be done by a man.
She shook her head to get those absurd thoughts out of her head.
"Oh heavens! You haven't showered?!" Vivian asked in a helpless tone as she walked back into the room and found Anita standing in the same position she had left her before she left to fetch her clothes.
"No, Miss, I just—" Anita trailed off, feeling weird and not knowing how to tell Vivian what she had just encountered in the bathroom.
"Evening, Vivian," The blonde girl sauntered out of the bathroom and past Anita in her naked glory.
Anita noticed that the girl had small boobs and quickly looked down at her own chest. She sighed internally when she noticed she had a decent-sized breast in this new body; she didn't want to get bullied again for not having sizeable or overweight boobs.
She quickly cleared the thought away from her head; she was in a more dire condition to be thinking about the size of her boobs.
Why was this blonde girl confidently prancing around naked? Was it the norm around here, or is it just her thing?
"Evening, Love," Vivian replied to the blonde girl.
Anita instantly turned her head to Vivian. She didn't pin her as a lesbian, but it was none of her business; love is love, after all. Her main trouble right at that moment was how not to become a sex slave. Every other thing was secondary.
"Love, this is Anita, a new roommate and colleague, please treat her nicely. Anita, this is Love; she's your superior. Be sure to show your respect; it's the rule," Anita said as she placed a pile of folded clothes into Anita's hand.
Anita was speechless. Why did Vivian introduce the blonde girl as Love? Was she okay with someone else calling her girlfriend with an endearment?
"Hello, Love," Anita waved at the still-naked girl who was now bending over her drawer to choose her clothes.
Love only lifted her face to look at Anita briefly, then lowered it and continued what she was doing, ignoring Anita.
"She'll come around. Now go shower and I'll help you choose a dress," Vivian ushered Anita into the bathroom.
As the water washed down her body, Anita thought of multiple reasons that could have caused her to time-travel and transmigrate, but she couldn't find any.
Was it just one of the random things that happen in life?
Then, why must she be transmigrated to be sold to such a cruel Alpha mafia?
It was going to be tough, and she had to be prepared for the worst because in the Brastov's mansion, life was risky and unpredictable.
Love wasn't in the room anymore when she came out from the bathroom; neither was Vivian.
But it seemed like Vivian had already picked out clothes for her to wear.
She picked up the clothes from her bed and realised that it was one of those sexy French maids' uniforms, and it was handless too. A black lace garter fell out of the folded dress as she tried to unfold it to see how wearable it was.
Anita couldn't imagine herself wearing such short and revealing clothing. But, in the end, she did.
She had no choice.
The dress hung just below her ass, waiting for the slightest movement to reveal it. The lacy garter stopped right at her mid-thigh, and her breasts were almost falling out, not literally, but the way the dress pushed them up like those Bridgerton movies made her feel uncomfortable. For someone conservative in her previous life, this was a wild exposure.
But, now, she knew she had to adapt to survive; there were no crybabies in Alpha Brastov's mansion, and she wasn't about to become one.
"Good, you're all dressed, let's go," Vivian said as she walked into the room again.
Anita stared at her bare feet and looked up at Vivian, not knowing how to ask her what to wear on her feet.
"Right, we'll fix that," Vivian said and hurried over to the drawer, she drew out the last cabinet and took out a flat black shoe from it.
"Put these on, hurry, he's asked for you in his study," Vivian hurried Anita on.
Anita didn't know when she started hyperventilating, as she followed Vivian out of the girls' quarters and into the large living room she had seen when she had first entered the house; something told her that she was about to encounter an unfavourable situation.
Vivian led her through the living room; she noticed a mini aquarium beside the gorilla screen TV and was shocked by it. She never pegged Gotti to be the type of person to keep pets, except human pets, of course.
"Go right in, Anita," Vivian stopped in front of a tall, silver door and nodded at Anita to continue on her own from there.
Anita's heart was starting to dissolve into her stomach at that moment. She didn't know who to expect behind that closed door, and she knew she couldn't defend herself against it if he wanted to come at her.
Again, she cursed her stepbrother in her head for the nth time.
Anita slowly nodded at Vivian before placing her hand on the doorknob and pushing the door open.
She closed the door behind her and was met by a dimly lit room with soft red lights; she thought this was supposed to be a study. How, then, did he get his work done in such a poorly lit room?
Anita stood in front of the closed door and looked around, trying to check if there was someone else in the room, but she suddenly heard weird sounds.
It seemed to her like someone was choking her throat on something very big, the sound of someone sucking on something big and wet filled the air and all her life, she's never heard such sounds, she was lost and didn't know what to make of it.
"Turn on the light, Bunny," Gotti's deep voice suddenly sounded from somewhere deep in the study room.