Evianna: A whole week passed so fast and throughout the seven days, all I did was stay locked up in the room, not stepping out for any reason at all. The manor was quiet as usual, the weather was cold and I sat beside the window of my room, staring at the tree as snowflakes fell on them. Over the few seven days that passed, I did nothing at all except eat, bath, sleep and wake up for the next day, you could only imagine how boring it was, I wish I had a novel to read, then it would at least keep my company as I burn my time on it, but unfortunately, I don't. I didn't for once step out of the room, I only feel so safe and at ease while staying here. Cecil, the quiet maid, and Alice came in a few times, but that was all, I saw no one else, not even the Master. Well, at least, I had the company of a book and pen which I write on at times. Hugging my body tight, I shut the window close and walked away from there, sauntering into the bathroom and returning a while later. Picking up
Darren: Sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, I rested my back and crossed my legs, welcoming myself into the room she had locked herself in for the last seven days, not coming out, even for once. "Are you going to keep standing there?" She stood by the door, her back to me, appearing to have no intention of stepping in. Her hair was packed into a bun, my gaze traveled lower. She wore a light pink T-shirt with a pair of black trousers. First time I'm seeing her dressed this way. She released a loud breath before turning to face me, "I'm not comfortable enough with you to serve as each other's company" she said straightaway, and her words made my lips pull into an unknowing smile. "You'll get used to it," I said and patted the space beside me on the couch for her to come seat. Pretending like she didn't see that, I watched her step into the room and walked towards the bed, sitting on it and crossing her legs, and then using the duvet to cover them. If that makes her more comfortab
Evianna: "Please" I pleaded helplessly as tears began to well up in my eyes, everything I wrote in there wasn't something I would want anyone to ever see. I know I shouldn't have written such things in a book that can easily be seen, but I just wanted to have the jottings down and I would never have expected him to see it. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't realize he had caught sight of it. "Your pleading wouldn't help, it would only make me more curious as to what's inside," he said and swiped through the pages. "I wrote a bunch of things there, give it back... Please" He clicked his tongue but didn't respond. I sat down on the bed, giving in to the fact that he would surely read everything since it was with him already, and I couldn't do anything about it. His lips pulled up into a smile and he gazed up at me with his devilish dark eyes. For a moment, I had thought those eyes were gorgeous, but I was mistaken. Everything about the way he looks at things, the way hi
Darren: Sitting in the living room, and staring blankly at the notebook in my hand which I had been glancing through ever since I walked out of her room. At first, I didn't understand anything I was reading, was she telling a story or what? —Not until I got to a few pages that she had described vividly about finding herself surrounded by a few people in cloaks. My eyes were flickering to red occasionally, and my thought was interrupted when I heard the sound of a car outside, looking up, I heard approaching footsteps and then the door was opened. "Why the fuck did you call me nights ago?" Xander walked into the living room, throwing himself onto a sofa opposite where I sat. "You are showing up after a week and expecting me to tell you why I called?" He groaned "I've been busy" "Busy being sexually adventurous?" I asked, not looking up at him. "The hell. Sexually adventurous? Of course not. Why would you even say so? If someone hears you, it would appear like all I do is whor
Evianna: "Vincent Wintson" whispering in a low voice, I read out the words in the paper. Vincent Wintson? Why does the name sound familiar? Muttering the name again and again, I tried to recall where I might have heard the name from before, but I couldn't remember. It sounded close but distant at the same time. I was trying so hard to remember but I couldn't. Pissed, I stuck the paper into one of the pages and then closed the book, still angry that I can't seem to point out where I'd heard the name before, I stood up and dropped the book on the shelf. I lost interest in reading it, so I picked another book and sat on the chair. Who is Vincent Wintson? Looking up, I tried to remember again, unconsciously biting my lips. Should I ask the Master? I dismissed the thought as fast as it came in. I don't even want to have anything to do with him, nor do I want to clash paths with him, nor do I want to hear him speak with me or even look at me... So it was better to stay away from w
Darren: After much hesitation and being left with no choice of rejecting my request, Evianna finally walked into my room. "Sit" Hearing my order, she pulled out the chair opposite where I sat on the table. Not waiting further, I dug into the raw meat on the plate in my front. "Why did you request to have dinner with me?" she asked. "Why?" looking up, I questioned her back. "It's just unusual of you," I smiled. I just wanted her presence where I am and nothing else. "Stop asking questions and eat" "I'm not hungry" I could feel her gaze on me but I didn't look up to meet her eyes as I continued eating. "Can I go?" she asked gently. Interesting, so she was ready to go to bed in hunger just because she was uncomfortable? "If you aren't hungry, then just watch me eat, otherwise, eat up and stop talking" Her gaze lingered on me for a while more before she dug into the meal in front of her, completely forgetting about my presence as she savored the taste. Her dish was packed w
Evianna: My heart made a triple skip at the question and I felt a drop of sweat trickle down my forehead. How did he find out it was me? Should I run to my room and lock myself up? I quickly shoved the thought off as soon as it came, doing that wouldn't be of help, it would only worsen my situation. I hesitated for a while but eventually turned to meet his eyes which had a deeper shade of darkness in them. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it was a mistake. I'm not sure how I ended up there. Please forgive me" I dived into a sincere apology cause I couldn't think of an excuse or a reason for going upstairs and also touching the portrait. Recalling what had happened weeks back... The portrait was so glamorous and I was in awe at how neatly it was painted. Silence evacuated the room and I could only stare down at my toes unable to meet his burning gaze on me as I awaited my punishment. I've broken rules ever since I arrived here and the thought that maybe he might decide to kill me
Darren: With my back to her and picking out a brush to use, I heard her words which made my lips pull into a smile before I turned to meet her, her eyes widened as she stare deeply at the lingerie in her hand. "Does it look like you have an option?" setting a chair where I would seat and turning on the lamp beside the unused canvas, I took my seat on a stool and turned my gaze to the lady who was still standing by the door. "I don't have time to waste over here, get dressed and sit on the sofa" She threw a glare in my direction but her face relaxed immediately after she realized I was looking in her direction. "Isn't there something else I can wear?" "Nope" "Why this? "That's what I want you to wear for the painting" I answered, and watched as she gazed down at the red lingerie in her hand and then looked up at me. Crossing my hands and leaning my back to the wall I watched as her facial expression moved from furiousness to helplessness. "I don't want this punishment" She fi
Darren: Earlier the next day, I woke up and found myself laying on the cold floor of the bathroom. Squinting my eyes and letting out a low groan, I stood up and walked out of the bathroom as I heard a gentle knock from outside. My eyes fell on Cassius as I opened the door "Good morning, Sir" he greeted and I nodded. "Xander and the others have arrived. They are waiting for you downstairs" Cassius added and I rose a brow at him. "The others?" I asked, confused. I don't remember the others talking about dropping by, only Xander and I had somewhere to go to today. "Yes, they are all here," he said. "I'll be with them in a few minutes" With that, I shut the door and walked over to the closet, picking out a bathrobe, memories of what transpired last night came rushing into my thoughts. I walked into the bathroom, squatted down, and picked up the wrapped handkerchief on the floor, staring blankly at it for a while before walking back into the room and keeping it in one of the boxes in
Darren: I stared down at my outstretched hand after she ran inside, my lips curved into a brief, menacing smile as I stood outside the moonlight's glow, the manor looming behind me silently. The trees swooshed and swished with every gust of wind that blew. The cold night air wrapped around me like an icy embrace, providing both solitude and unease to me, sending a shiver down my spine. But it was not just the chill that caused the hairs on my arms to stand on end; it was an undeniable itch, a deep-seated linking clawing at the core of my being, as my second personality tingled to be let out. The sound of the wind was relieving but it also held a primal allure, whispering promises of hidden secrets, untamed desires waiting to be unleashed as darkness carved its existence into my soul, desperately trying to pull in my calm regal to bring out a dark aura. My eyes glinted continuously, my fangs itched and I had to continuously graze my tongue along its sharp edges. Of course, I wasn
Evianna:"Staying confined to your room throughout the day was not a bad idea. Why would you suddenly decide to come out?" he muttered, his eyes briefly raking over my body as if checking for any signs of harm, it lingered in my neck for a while before he glanced up. His dark abyssal eyes bore into my hazel eyes. "That too, as late as 11 PM" he continued, dismissing my question as he directed a curious gaze towards me.As my gaze shifted from the lifeless body of the guard sprawled on the floor, a surge of fear washed over me. This wasn't the first time he killed someone in my presence. Did he perhaps derive some sick pleasure from it? First the auctioneer and now the guard. What assurance did I have that he wouldn't do the same to me someday?Who knows. Maybe I'll be the next. He appeared completely unfazed about the fact that one of his guards lay dead on the floor with a fatal bullet wound piercing through his throat. Overwhelmed by a sudden surge of fear, I instinctively took a
Evianna:I was relieved that the next night remained undisturbed by his presence in my room. The decision to barricade myself had been made, and I intended to stick to it. I glanced over at the wall clock, surprised it was already as late as 11 PM, I closed the book in my hand and dropped it on the table.Sensing the coolness of the night, I closed the window tightly, shutting out the outside world. A sudden surge of determination washed over me as I made my way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, each droplet awakening my senses.Rummaging through my closet, I selected a cozy sweater, symbolizing my intent to face the night on my terms. The door loomed before me, a potential gateway to unwanted interactions. I let out a sigh and looked around the room, my hands resting on both sides of my waist before I made a decision.Slowly, I turned the handle, my movements careful and calculated, ensuring minimal noise to avoid alerting him in the neighboring room. Stepping out, I
Evianna: The pang I was feeling in my heart was unbearable, I had begun to think of him as someone very nice and gentle, just scary a little with the drive of always dominating. This night wasn't expected at all. Streams of tears slipped down my eyes as I shut them facing up at the ceiling even after he was through with what he was doing to me. I heard the sound of his belt, "Till tomorrow, sweetheart" he said, his voice low but firm for me to understand. "Tomorrow?" I asked, almost opening my eyes. "Yes, what do you expect? That I'll let you live here freely as a guest rather than a slave?" I gritted my teeth at his words. "Just take me back to the trafficker's house and request for a refund of your money. I don't want to stay here anymore" "Tsk... That's not possible dear, I don't return my goods after buying them, especially if this 'good' happens to be useful to me" he said. "Just make me return to being one of your slaves, I don't care if I have to work my butts off, I'll
Darren: No matter how hard I tried to stay back, I couldn't, and walking into the room to see her almost naked ignited a fire in me. Making me want her more. I closed my eyes at the feeling of calmness that washed over me... I wanted more than this. She wasn't kissing me back so I nibbled on her lips."Haven't you ever kissed anyone before?" I asked in a whisper. "I haven't," she said in a low voice, I was surprised at the response, but neither less, I was going to teach her. "Move your lips," "No." she refuted. My lips curved into a smile as I bit her lips, making her open her mouth while I slid my tongue in. "It's disgusting" she complained and I held back a chuckle. "Why do you think so?" "Your saliva in my mouth and mine in yours. Isn't that disgusting to you?" she said and without answering, my lips met with hers again. Only for her to struggle continuously. "What the fuck is wrong again?" I asked, annoyed. "I can't breathe" She complained. She wasn't lying when she s
Evianna: My days were boring, and as usual, I'm in my bedroom. At times I bury myself in books from the library... There's a calm feeling that comes with reading a novel, and I'm quite surprised that there are so many books in the library, books of different genres. There were a few romance genre novels in there, I was surprised when I came across them at first, cause what on earth is he using romance books for? He doesn't even look like someone who even read books. Shaking my head off the thought of him, I focused my whole attention on the book. Smiling like a fool as I read the dialogue between the main character and her love interest. Her story wasn't much different from mine. She was a slave in his manor also, but she was sharp-witted with a sharp tongue, not failing to speak up when she feels so wronged. I wish I could do the same, but I feel like Master Darren would crack my bones if I tried it.I mean, I'm still his slave, just that I'm treated differently in a way. The st
Darren: Soon it was Friday, I reached out for the wristwatch on the table, and that's when the jewelry on my table glowed in a split second before going back to normal, but I noticed it. I picked it up to have a closer look at it. It was cool against my skin. As I held it up, I noticed the intricate patterns which were on the metal, but there was nothing particularly special about it that I saw, except the name etched into the surface. No matter how hard I try, I couldn't just shake off the feeling that there was something significant about the locket, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Why would it suddenly glow? I dipped it into my pocket before I walked out of the bedroom. "Good morning, sir" Cassius greeted me as I came down the stairs. "Morning. Any important business in my schedule?" "Only one, sir" "Good, let's drop by the black market" Cecil walked out of the corridor with a tray of food in her hands, causing a frown on my face. "I know you said you
Evianna: "Just wear your first dress over it" he suggested. Oh! Didn't think about that, I nodded groggily and picked my dress from the chair, and wore it over the lingerie, feeling his gaze on me. I was completely tired and needed to sleep, covering my mouth as I yawned, I headed for the door, almost missing my steps "Good night" "Mmm," he answered. Opening the door, I walked out, strolling through the dark passage, and then the hallway. I stepped into my room and shut the door behind me with a bang. Walking over to the bed, my hand reached for the glass cup filled with water on the bedside table. After taking a gulp, my body slumped onto the bed and my eyes slowly closed, as I drifted into a deep slumber. My body felt weak and powerless. My eyes opened and I found myself in a small room. A loud commotion outside the door made me stand up and walk over to open the door. But then I realized, I was in a completely different place, my body felt light. What had happened? My gaze