"Sleep here. It's not luxury, but it's comfortable," Dion said pointing to the sleeping bag on the floor.Amos looked around the spacious room. Children slept comfortably and warmly under blankets. They all slept in one room."This is more than enough. Thank you," Amos replied."But, where are you going to sleep?" asked Amos, seeing no beds left there."I'll sleep in the next room. If you need me, come over. But I'm sure you have nothing to worry about here. Everything is safe and under control."Amos smiled. "Thank you. I don't know what would have happened without you.""No problem." After saying that, Dion quickly left the room.Amos lay down and stared at the ceiling. There were strange paintings there, random and irregular images. It was also colorful. Although the room was dimly lit, the painting was still clearly visible.He didn't want to think about it and fell asleep, too tired that day.***Dion walked into his room and found a woman standing impatiently."Fiona," Dion said
Amos felt the sunlight shining on his face for a long time, as his face felt hot. The light came in from the large glass window in the room. He then got up and realized the room was empty.Where have the children disappeared? The room was empty, the beds previously lined up were no longer there. Only his sleeping bag remained.Amos thought he slept too soundly to hear the children's commotion when he woke up. He quickly tidied up his sleeping bag and hurried out of the room. He passed through the corridor to the back garden. It was quiet there at the moment."Are you awake?" asked Dion from behind, startling Amos."Oh, y-yes. Where are the others?" asked Amos."Come with me, they're having breakfast. You should have breakfast too," said Dion as he walked quickly ahead of him. The man smiled.Amos followed Dion's lead."I thought they were ghosts. I didn't hear any sounds this morning," Amos said.Dion laughed crisply. "You slept too well. I've called you several times.""Really?" Amos
Amos tried to open the car door. He was very scared."Please let me go!" he shouted, banging hard on the car door. He saw gatekeepers standing around the car."Take him, tell Mr. Dumitrese that I'm taking him," said the policeman sitting behind the wheel.The guard nodded, then opened the car's back door.Amos was terrified. He hit the ground and tried to run. But the bodyguards didn't let him go. Although Amos was tall and strong, the guards were equally strong and there were enough of them to pin Amos to the ground."No! Let me go!" Amos struggled with all his might, but his body was bound to the ground. He couldn't move at all.Amos roared with all his might, but all that remained was despair. He returned to the monster's house. With a frustration, he stared at the police car moving away.Damn it! He swears.One thing Amos learned was that he couldn't trust anyone. It made him even more frightened and desperate. Could there be no way to escape Dumitrese?Either way, he still had to
Amos knew it was useless to beg for forgiveness. Sera was merciless. If she wanted to kill him, even if he begged until he bled, it would be useless. So he could only dodge as much as he could.In addition to the wounds on his entire body, some open wounds were still oozing fresh blood, while others were dried blood stuck to his skin. His appearance resembled a cow in a slaughterhouse that had just been slaughtered. His hair was sticky with blood, and his face was dirty with blood and dust. And this time, with teardrops.Amos didn't care anymore. From the beginning, he should have realized he was a slave. His fate would not change no matter how hard he tried. He was too confident. He thought he was smart enough to move. But, until now, he had only brought misfortune to his friends in the slave house.Sera's steps got closer. Amos stumbled backwards until his body hit the cold wall. Knowing he had no way out, he turned his head down with a trembling body.Sera's feet were thirty centim
Amos sat down on the floor as Sera requested. His entire body was displayed before the woman. Amos didn't care what happened. He had no dignity at all.Sera approached, a scornful smile gracing her lips. She squatted next to Amos and traced the man's body with her fingers.Sticky with blood.Amos groaned when Sera touched his wounds."Does it hurt?" Sera asked.Amos nodded slowly.Sera knew Amos wasn't lying, because the man's body trembled. She then reached down and rubbed something between his thighs.Amos was surprised. He jumped when he felt Sera's hot hand rubbing his cock. His body stiffened. Sera's gentle touch raised his manhood to its fullest potential. He sighed softly."Turn around," Sera ordered, stopping her touch. That left Amos disappointed.Amos turned around to show off his back which was completely covered in scars, until Sera could not find any skin without scars. Just looking at it made her shudder."Come with me," Sera said, standing up and walking towards the bat
Tudor was outraged by Sera's intervention. Amos' guilt couldn't be tolerated. Moreover, it all came from Sera who brought the slave out."I won't let her take him this time. That slave is troublesome. How can I rest easy if Sera keeps protecting him?" Tudor grumbled.Winston tried to calm him down. "Sera has never been like this. She never protects anyone. This is the first time she's protected someone. Sera may really want that slave, Papa."Tudor snorted. "She's stepped too far this time. She just let the slave go without saying anything to me! Insolent child!"Winston was silent. Usually Tudor would only get angry for a moment when it came to Sera, considering she was his favorite daughter. But, it seemed that this time Tudor really couldn't stand Sera's behavior."What if Sera really wants to marry him? She's already marked that slave. If Papa kills that slave, I'm afraid Sera will be affected."Tudor shook his head. "Nothing will happen. Her mate has already been determined. It i
"We can't take too much of his blood or he might die from blood loss," said the man in the white uniform beside Amos."He'll be food for dinner. But you're right, he can't die or the meat won't taste as delicious," Winston replied.Amos just listened to their conversation with his heart pounding. Truly, this was a nerve-wracking experience for him. Hearing how you'll die any minute now and feeling the needle piercing your arm, sucking out your blood.Amos could no longer think. He had given up.Was there anything he could do other than lie down with his body stiff like this? There wasn't.So he'd better prepare himself.But how would it feel if his body was torn apart and eaten alive? Amos gulped at the thought.It definitely wouldn't be pleasant. Would it hurt? How would it feel? Is it worse than being whipped?Certainly, it would hurt more. Amos knew that.His heart suddenly pumped faster.'Miss, please come and save me!' Amos thought hopefully.But, until the blood draw session was
"Finally that slave was successfully taken from Sera."Amos heard whispers around him. But no sound could overpower his heartbeat."Tonight we party!" Gerard's voice controlled the situation."But Papa's not here yet. Let's wait a bit," Winston said.Benedict, who was standing next to the door, came over."Mr. Dumitrese said you can start the dinner without him. He's with Ms. Dumitrese right now," Benedict informed.Winston nodded. It would be better if Sera came, Amos is dead.Gerard motioned for the men to bring Amos in front of them. He grinned at the handsome slave before them.Amos struggled in vain."He's not quite twenty-one. But he's one of the special slaves. We've been waiting for him for years. The first generation we can enjoy," said Gerard.All of Dumitrese's family was present, except Tudor and Sera. Also, Lancel, because the boy cried when told who would be at the menu tonight.They gazed hungrily at the dishes in front of them. Amos looked tempting. The smell of clean,
Amos grasped Sera's hand tightly and smiled, trying to calm the woman down."I won't cause trouble, Miss. Don't worry," Amos said. He then looked at Gerard, trying to be brave."Sir, you don't have to worry, I won't do anything there," Amos said. He knew Gerard had never liked him especially after Sera said he was her mate. Gerard only thought of him as food, nothing more.Amos looked at Merinda instead. The woman who made his heart uneasy. Her words still rang in his ears. But he ignored them.Gerard smiled mockingly. "We'll see what you do when you see your friend dying."Amos gulped. He knew he would have trouble dealing with his own feelings, but he couldn't give up. He had to gain Dumitrese's trust and stand by Sera.Sera said nothing, pulling Amos away from there as quickly as possible. The tail of her eyes caught Merinda's odd gaze. Her gaze was intensely fixed on Amos."Don't talk to her. Especially that woman," Sera warned.Amos nodded obediently. "Yes, Miss."Amos believed S
He didn't know when, but Amos felt that his fear of Sera had eased a bit. Moreover, lately she often engaged him in conversation and answered his questions seriously. Although she still played tricks on him, Sera looked like a woman in Amos' eyes now.Amos was determined to survive this time. He had to be able to get a place in Dumitrese and dig up as much information as possible. That meant he had to refrain from getting carried away by his own feelings.Just like this moment.The banquet was about to begin, and in the room, Amos had already prepared the clothes Sera had given him. A blue shirt with black pants and nice shoes.Amos felt strange. Just days ago, he was the one on the table to be served as food. Now he was present to watch his friend become food. He didn't know whether to be grateful or unhappy."If you're ready, come here." Sera's voice came out of the dressing room.Amos buttoned up his shirt and walked quickly towards Sera.She then took him into the dressing room. I
Amos must know something. Maybe he can save those special slaves."Why do you want to know?" asked Sera.Amos shook his head. "I don't know if I'm a special slave. I also didn't know why I was different. What makes us different?"Sera pulled her slave's chin to look up at her. The handsome face of Amos was visible, though his lips were dry and pale."You don't need to know, Amos. I will protect you, no matter what happens," Sera said."No, Miss. You said I should get used to being part of Dumitrese. If that's the case, please tell me the smallest thing I want to know," Amos replied. He had to know something.Sera pulled Amos' arm and asked him to sit beside her.Amos obediently complied with the request."You know who we are? Dumitrese are not humans. We need food to stay alive. And the best food for us is human flesh. That's why we created a human farm," said Sera.Hearing that information made Amos' heart beat uncomfortably. He remembered his childhood in the slave house without kno
Sera was furious at Gerard and Merinda's behavior. But right now she couldn't do anything about it. She vowed not to let Merinda get whatever she wanted.When she got to the room, Sera immediately looked for Amos. The only person who could make her feel better was that slave. However, when she entered the room, all she saw was Amos looking very pale.The man sat silently on the sofa watching the balcony. His gaze was dreamy. Sera was sure Amos knew her presence. The door opening sound was not soft.From the side, Amos' pale lips could be seen."Amos," Sera called out. Even though she had only been gone for a few moments, the man already looked haggard. Did something happen?Sera quickly forgot about Merinda and her worry grew when Amos looked at her with a sad and gloomy gaze.Amos slowly got off the sofa and knelt on the floor to greet Sera.Sera came closer and rubbed Amos' cheek gently."What happened?" she asked softly.Amos looked at Sera, as if he expected to be forced to exerci
"Change," Gerard pleaded when they got downstairs. He looked at the maid's outfit Merinda was wearing.Merinda looked down at her clothes. But she didn't have any proper clothes to dress out in."I don't have any clothes.""Wear anything but that," Gerard said.Finally, Merinda nodded and walked to her room. Meanwhile, Gerard took care of things.Along the way, the servants stared at Merinda as she passed them. At that moment, Maria arrived."Where are you going, Merinda?" Maria asked. She looked at Merinda from head to toe, not a single injury. Instead, the woman's face was radiant. What had Gerard done to Merinda? There was no way the rumors were true. Merinda was a stranger who just arrived!"Mr. Dumitrese asked me to accompany him. I have to hurry," Merinda replied, with a triumphant smile. She seemed pleased with the way her fortunes progressed in the mansion. Who would have thought that within a few days she would win the heart of the host's son?Hearing Merinda's reply, Maria s
The servants talked about Merinda. How could they not be jealous that a servant who had only worked there for a few days had managed to capture Gerard's heart? Meanwhile, those who had been there since birth, serving Dumitrese, didn't have the slightest chance.The jealousy intensified when they entered the banquet hall without finding the two of them."That's lucky Merinda. I don't know what Mr. Gerard saw in her," said one of the servants.Maria, who was busy delegating tasks, had to keep them all quiet and working. She herself didn't believe Gerard had taken Merinda away. She believed Gerard might punish her, because she knew how careless Merinda was.When the servants came out of the banquet hall, they talked about Merinda and Gerard. Just as Sera passed by them. That made Sera stop."Both of you, stop for a second," Sera called out.The two servants who were talking instantly froze in fear when they heard Sera's voice. They didn't expect her there. They looked at each other and l
"You can't force me, Sir!" Merinda pushed away Gerard's body who held her tightly."Why? You don't like me?" Gerard paid no heed to Merinda's whimpering, picking her up and placing her on the bed.Merinda gulped. Gerard's current appearance was different from his human appearance just a few moments ago. His handsome face now seemed more dominant. In any case, what did she dislike about Gerard? He was handsome, powerful, though she still didn't know him well.Merinda had only one problem. That she shouldn't fall into Gerard's arms. Because she couldn't trust her own feelings."You're quiet, that means you actually like me," Gerard whispered, shackling Merinda's body to the bed."No, don't do this," Merinda pleaded, inching backwards, but Gerard deftly pressed her chest to keep her still."You are mine. You won't be able to take that mark off you, unless I kill you," Gerard said.Merinda's skin crawled. She knew their bond wasn't that strong. She could reject him or walk away and leave
Gerard looked at Merinda, who was working with the other servants. They were all in the process of preparing the banquet hall, he knew.Merinda looked tired. She didn't care that a man watched her. A few minutes after she was lifting the tableware, Maria suddenly called and asked her to clean the banquet hall."I already cleaned it!" protested Merinda. She swept the entire dirt floor and covered it with carpet. She didn't know why they left the room bare and roofless. If they really wanted an outdoor atmosphere, they could go to the back garden. But then she realized there was something they were hiding. Something that made her curious."I still see many dry leaves! Do it again!" she ordered again.Merinda rolled her eyes. Of all the servants, Maria seemed to have a grudge against her. That woman didn't let her rest! But she didn't want to make a scene, so with an annoyed face, she quickly walked back to the banquet hall.Merinda passed through a door that was so large, it surpassed t
Moments later, Winston entered the preparation room. He was in charge of the banquet this time. There must be no obstacles or it would all go to waste. He had already invited all the Dumitrese family to attend tonight. Although it was sudden, he was sure no one would waste this opportunity.Winston examined Huan's body and looked satisfied. Huan looked healthy especially when the preparation team gave the results of Huan's medical examination.Winston pressed on the young man's tight stomach. He felt a rebellion.Huan groaned and looked angry. But whatever he said could not be heard clearly. His eyes narrowed, asking anyone to let him go.Winston didn't care, he continued to examine the young man's body. All of Huan had been cleared of hair from head to toe. His hands and feet were bound tightly to the iron table.The room was very quiet now that Winston arrived. There was only Huan's roar and the sound of the handcuffs clashing with the iron bed.Winston looked at Huan's face at last