Darren: Staring down at my new slave who knelt in front of me, the right side of her cheek had a red print on it and I immediately knew someone touched her, the sight annoyed me. I don't want anyone touching her except me, ALONE! Tracing the map of her skin with my hands alone. To create a trail of sensations that she alone would recall. Upon discovering the broken pottery in my room, I felt a surge of frustration. It was one of my mother's most treasured possession, holding sentimental value beyond measure. However, as I looked into her tear-filled hazel eyes, my initial anger wavered. Though tempted to still punish her, I had to attend to the fact that someone dared to lay a hand on her. Her body flinched involuntarily as my hands brushed over the spot where she had been struck, silently conveying the pain she had experienced Growing increasingly impatient, I demanded once more with a low voice "Who did this to you, dear?" Her watery eyes shifted towards my left, revealing t
Evianna: As I stood in the same position, my disapproval of conveying his orders became palpable. My mind raced, desperately searching for any excuse that could divert his attention away from me. I should have known that complaining about my dress to him was of no use, something in my mind was telling me to run away, but where to, I wouldn't even reach anywhere before he grabs me back to him. "I'm sorry, Master. Cecil told me to finish my work up here after an hour and return, or else she would punish me for coming late" I lied— a big fat useless one. Useless in the fact that he is the one that does the main orders around here, so disobeying him to go meet Cecil was trash I came up with. My excuse was futile, as it was clear that his orders held ultimate authority. Disobeying him was a foolish and ill-conceived plan. I don't even know how I came up with that, I just spat it out as it flowed to my lips. I bowed my head, and turned away, not waiting for his response. I picked up
Darren: With a smile on his face, the elder asked, "Why would you put me through the stress of coming here when you would have just swung by the courthouse for a relaxed chit-chat over a cup of blood?" Walking into the sitting room, I sat down on a couch positioned across from his, facing him directly. Choosing not to address his question. I had no intention of stopping by for a casual conversation with him. There was no particular reason or desire on my part to engage in a chit-chat with him. "I have no time for chit-chats," I said plainly, not ready to feed his thirst for getting information from me, which is the reason why he was here in the first place. A soft chuckle escaped the elder's lips, signaling his amusement. Amidst the elder's chuckles, a maid entered the room carrying a tray with two cups. She placed one on the table beside the elder and then handed the second cup to me. Receiving it, I closed my eyes, taking in the alluring aroma of the blood, which was unmistakab
Evianna: "Answer me" I heard his voice echo through the walls of the hallway, looking up to meet his gaze. I should have known that everything about me screams nothing but disaster, I hope he doesn't go to the upper floor, or else I'm screwed today. It's not been up to twenty-four hours since I was brought here, and in all honestly, I'm ashamed of myself. Thank goodness Cassius came by when I was walking down the stairs already, and not when I was still up there. Or else, I can only imagine what I would be in right now. Hopefully, Cassius doesn't have any suspicions. Just as I started to respond to him, my stomach chose that exact moment to make a grand entrance, growling loudly and interrupting the atmosphere. My eyes widened in embarrassment, and I quickly moved my hands to my tummy, attempting to suppress the noise. Would this day just end for me? I can't count how many things I've faced already. Feeling embarrassed by the situation. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and bit
Darren:As I gazed down at her, the name "Evianna" effortlessly slipped off my tongue. Her lustrous brown hair gracefully flowed down her shoulders as she cleaned the sheets with her legs, an action that would typically provoke annoyance if any of the other maids did it. Strangely, I felt no inclination to reprimand or scold her for this. My eyes alternated between flickering shades of red and black, but this time, the insatiable thirst for blood did not consume me. There was a different longing within me, something else I craved. My fangs emerged, and I couldn't resist running my tongue over their sharp edges before inhaling sharply and redirecting my gaze upward, away from her. The sensation overwhelming me is as unusual as the situation itself.For hours on end, I lingered on the balcony of my bedroom, my gaze fixed upon the expanse of the forest stretching out beyond the mansion. It had become a routine, an accustomed habit that I found solace in, even as the darkness cloaked the
Evianna: ~Evianna, you need to leave this place~ I jerked my eyes open when I heard something like a whisper, sitting upright on the bed, I switched on the lamp on the table beside my bed and looked around the small room, my heart pounding in my chest, a cold shiver running down my spine. I glanced up at the small window as I could feel a gaze on me from there but I didn't see anything. That was strange. Cause I could feel a gaze on me while I was sleeping, but looking around now, there's nothing here. I can be a heavy sleeper at times but for some reason, it felt so real. I couldn't wade off the feeling that something was there a while back and that it isn't just my mind making up things. Standing up, I strode to the window and peeked outside but I didn't see anything there, just the darkness of the night and the tall tree from my window, my eyes were glued to the tree as I felt something staring at me. Out of fear, I closed the curtain which was opened earlier and walked a
Evianna: I was woken up by the loud sound of something hitting my door, with a frown on my face, I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing my palms on them as I stared at the door. I looked up at the window and stood up to my feet, angrily walking to the door as the person outside wouldn't stop banging heavily on my door. Opening the door, I came face to face with the raging Head maid, looking down, I saw a big plank on her hand which I presumed she had been using to bang on my door. I didn't do anything wrong, so what's going on again? "Do you realize what the time says? It's ten minutes after 7 AM and you are still inside sleeping when you have a chore to complete" she said in rage and it was at this moment I realized what was going on. "You aren't ready yet, you are the first to break the rule of the 6 to 7 AM cleaning of the master's bedroom," she looked up at my hair. "Go get ready, Evianna!" Nodding profusely I immediately shut the door close, resting my back on it as I heaved a
Darren:For some reason... An instant regret washed over me the moment I had a taste of her blood. Unlike anything, I have ever tasted before, her blood was sweet, I'd only had a pinch of it and this made me want more of it as I licked her finger with my tongue, a burning desire spread through my body, and my fangs threatened to grow out. I closed my eyes as my eyes flickered into red. Opening them back as they changed into the usual color. I wanted more. I could feel the desire growing in my body, I released her hand and it fell to her side, her eyes wide open as she stared at me. "My...my hand" she stammered The rush of blood in her body made me crave more as I pressed my body to hers, the words she wanted to say hung in her mouth as I lowered my head to her neck, taking in her scent. Enticing. I wanted more of her. More of her blood.Everything.I wanted it. Not little for a taste, but rather a cup to quench. She rose her hands up and pressed them on my chest, to pu
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