6. Stubborn slave

Darren:

I stared at her as she looked down at the rope used in tying her hands, her hair covering part of her face, and her white knee-length shirt which she still dons had gone dirty. I didn't change those for her. I'm not that nice.

I took the last sip of blood from the cup before I stood up from the couch, dipping my left hand into my pocket as I made my way to the bed "Why are my legs and hands bound together with a rope?" she asked, I gave no response to that, I came to stand beside the bed and she struggled to move away, but she couldn't.

Her legs were tied to the bed frame, rendering her unable to move.

"Evianna" I called out her name and she stilled on the bed "Where exactly were you running to?" I asked, that was in the past already, and I won't give her the chance to even attempt running again. I just wanted to hear her answer. Her reason for making me run after her.

"I was running away from you," she said straightaway.

"Why?"

"You killed him," she said shortly and I furrowed my brows in confusion. Not sure who she was talking about, I killed two people today, so she needed to be specific on who.

"The auctioneer"

"Oh" I doubt she knew about the second man which I had slit his throat before I left the forest, now that I remember, she was unconscious back then.

I had gone to the forest to find my little human pet, but on my way out, someone tried to stop me, I was annoyed and didn't give him the chance to lay down his words or reason before I slit his throat, and he died on the spot, a human after all, vulnerable creatures. Just like the one staring at me with curious-looking eyes now, still unaware of the torture awaiting her for making me run miles after her.

"I had an unsettled argument with him before," I said referring to the auctioneer, I took a step closer to the bed, raising my left knee to rest on it, I lowered my upper body close to her, and she moved away by bending her neck to the other side since she couldn't move her body, unknowingly showing off her creamy neck, my eyes swayed in that direction and I rose my right hand, moving her hair from her neck. If only she knew that her posture right now, was a complete mistake that could render her dead within a minute.

Luckily for her, I was content with the amount of blood I had for now, I wasn't hungry yet.

"That wasn't enough reason to kill someone" she muttered to my hearing, my eyes traveled from her neck to her eyes which were staring at me, I don't remember the last time or last person that had dared to talk back at me and still stay alive for the next minute.

I chuckled at her words, the auctioneer gave me no reason to spare his life, he had slapped her up to two times, The moment I bid an amount on her, she became mine that instant. I hate it when people cross my line and touch my belongings, I'm possessive and territorial and I couldn't just let him go easily.

I'm the only one with the right to touch what belongs to me, most especially my newfound pet,

"No one touches what's mine" She frowned and I walked away from the bed, making my way to the door, feeling her eyes on me.

"I'm not yours, you have no right to lay claim on me," she defiantly retorted, her words fueled by frustration.

Losing all patience, I swiftly turned back towards the bed, reaching out and clasping my hand around her delicate neck. As she winced in pain, her face contorted.

"If you wish to survive your time under my control until I deem it fit to end it, you must comprehend the unbreakable rules," I warned, my grip tightening.

Her eyes bulged as she stared at me with widened eyes, probably wondering how fast my temper had changed.

"First," I hissed, my voice laced with authority. "Listen to my words, obey my every command without questions, and never dare to defy me," The rule was simple, and I emphasized it by maintaining my firm grip on her neck, restricting her breath.

I released her and she cowered in fear as she tried to catch her whiffs, tears made their way out of her eyes, the sight not swaying even the slightest of pity from me.

I straightened myself, hands tucked into my pockets, casting a cold gaze upon her figure on the bed. "Let that rule sink in for the next five minutes" I declared, my voice filled with finality. Those were parting words as I exited the too., leaving her behind without a second glance.

Walking down the stairs, Cassius immediately walked to me with my coat, I took it from him and wore it.

Cecil, the head maid of the mansion walked to where I stood in the sitting room, just like a few other maids in this house, she was also a vampire, so also my right-hand man.

"Get her to wash the sheets and clean the bedrooms, give her chores to do, and do not feed her till I order you to do so" I ordered and she nodded in response.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath as Cassius stood by my side. With a swift motion, he opened the car door and I slid inside. The weight of her disobedience lingered in my thoughts, fueling my desire to deliver punishment personally. But that would have to wait until later when the evening darkness cloaks us.

For now, she should be kept busy without food. There was still enough time till night falls, this was just 12:34 PM. She should reflect on her words and learn to obey and not utter a complaint when I speak, I didn't spend such an amount to get a stubborn slave.

She will learn that survival hinges on respecting and adhering to the rules.

This was merely the beginning...