The slaves stared at Amos in disbelief. The children cried at how harshly they treated all the slaves, especially Amos.Amos groaned as his feet were trampled forcing him to prostrate himself. They roughly removed his clothes. Other guards soon came and dragged him heartlessly to the pillar and tied him tightly there. In an instant, Amos was bound with his hands stretched upwards and his feet tied to the chains on the ground.Amos didn't think about the state of his body at all. He only thought about how he could endure the many lashes he would receive. He closed his eyes, listening to the slave calls that sounded very weak in his ears."Amos, please don't do this!" cried Emir. But, before he could say anything else, a whip flew across his back, making him scream out loud.Amos clenched his fists to stare at his tormentors who were already in place. His hatred built up. Those faces showed no mercy at all. They would lash out with all their might even if they heard blood cries from the
Once inside the room, Sera placed Amos on the floor.Amos immediately grabbed her leg. "Miss, I can't just leave. What if they continue to punish the children?" Amos asked worriedly.Sera wouldn't care, but Amos felt responsible for them all. He felt very guilty."They won't punish the children," Sera said, standing up to look at Amos who was still concerned about others when he himself was hurt.Amos looked down and remained silent, his hands not letting go of Sera's legs. He wanted to cry out of despair over guilt and regret. What had he done exactly? All the slaves were hurt because of him.The pain and anger, as well as the sadness of his helplessness, made Amos cry in front of Sera. He repeatedly blamed himself."What have I done?" He muttered continuously and sobbed. He leaned on his hands and released his emotions.Sera let Amos cry all he wanted. She was satisfied that her goal of deterring him had succeeded. By seeing that punishment, he should have thought a dozen times befo
"I need to make coffee for Ms. Dumitrese. Can you tell me where the coffee is?" asked Amos once he reached the kitchen. His gaze wandered around the kitchen which looked so big, he was sure he wouldn't have found the coffee if he hadn't asked, given the amount of stuff in there.Some of the female servants looked at each other. It was usually Sera's bodyguards who prepared the food and drinks, why now the slave? Sera never had breakfast and drank coffee. How strange.But, instead of asking too many questions, they pointed to a glass cabinet. "There is powdered chocolate and coffee."Amos nodded, feeling uncomfortable as they stared at him. He picked up a cup and filled it with a few spoons of coffee. He often did this in the slave house, as it had a small kitchen with simple necessities like milk and coffee. He also made coffee for his fellow slaves. They said his coffee was delicious.Amos was making hot water, but he saw a different kind of stove than he was used to seeing in the sla
Hoper looked pityingly at Amos who had been back and forth in the kitchen. He saw that the man's face was very pale. No wonder, after what the man went through these past few days. His energy and mentality were drained. He was lucky to be used to hard work."What do you need?" asked Hoper trying to help. He was still upset that Amos had run off, he had gotten the wrath of Tudor and Sera, but his compassion at the moment was much greater."Miss asked me to bring some milk," Amos said quietly, then walked back to the kitchen with his coffee.It was true, Sera just wanted to clown the man. In fact, she didn't touch the coffee at all. And no one knew what she was really thinking. For that reason, Hoper tried not to interfere. He could be exposed to Sera's pranks.Meanwhile, Amos, without expression, walked into the kitchen. He didn't care, his frustration still overflowing even as the servants and bodyguards stared at him. But, when he entered the kitchen, his eyes instantly widened.Gera
Winston relented at last. He came as a brother, but he knew Sera was stubborn. So he didn't expect anything more."I just hope you don't fall out over this," Winston said."I have no problem. I'll consider it over unless you do it again," Sera said. Her hands rubbed and she played Amos' ear who kneeled nearby.Winston noticed how obedient Amos was to Sera. But he didn't expect Sera to consider the man anything more than a slave. His place was on the floor like this. The two of them were not supposed to be lovers.Winston left after that.Sera watched until her brother left the room. Then she turned to look at Amos."Did you bring milk for me?" she asked.Amos nodded. He pointed to the bottle of milk on the table."Do you want me to drink from that bottle?" asked Sera.Amos blinked looking at Sera in horror. He didn't bring a glass! He was in such a hurry to get away from Gerard that he forgot about it.Amos gulped. He got up. "I'll bring a glass for you, Miss."Amos tiptoed away, but
"It's a strange request. I'm not answering until I tell you," Marcus said. The fifty-three-year-old bald man was one of the people responsible for the human organ request connected to Dumitrese.Gerard sat in front of the man and thought."What does he mean by special human?" asked Marcus.Gerard sighed. That was what he thought at the moment. Is that person aware that Dumitrese cultivates special humans? Strange."Do you know who asked for this?" asked Gerard.Marcus nodded. "I know, but he got the order from someone else. I didn't track him down."Gerard usually takes any order, but this time it was strange. Plus, he couldn't just give a special human away. In a few months they will harvest one of them. Don't let this fail again.If he accepted the order, all he could do was give a young slave. Actually that was fine, but he felt it was a pity to harvest them at such a young age.He wanted to know who that customer really was. And why did he order Dumitrese's special human? Gerard k
Sera felt a strong aura when approaching the room. She quickly opened the door to find her brother pressing against Amos. Their position was so intimate."What are you doing?" asked Sera calmly, walking closer to them.Gerard turned his head and smiled, his hand still pressed against Amos' jaw. Amos looked very frightened, looking at Sera with a pleading gaze."You want to rape him?" Sera accused.Gerard laughed, released his grip and stood up. "He's too cute for that."Sera chuckled. "What are you trying to say exactly? Why did you enter my room and touch MINE just like that?"Gerard stretched, as if nothing had happened, leaving Amos shaking and sitting on the sofa.As Gerard says, "I just came to see you, but you weren't here. Instead, I saw him tied up. So I played for a while."Sera looked at Amos who was still tied up, then chuckled in annoyance. She didn't like anyone messing with her slaves at all. She quickly walked over to Amos and looked at him closely."Are you okay?" Sera
"What did he do to you? Tell me the truth," Sera asked.Amos found his position very uncomfortable, plus he wasn't wearing any clothes at all. He couldn't concentrate on Sera's questions."Amos," Sera repeated."He sucked my blood, Miss," Amos replied.Sera was clearly surprised. "Why didn't you tell me?"Amos was silent. What was he supposed to say anyway?"He suddenly grabbed me in the kitchen," Amos explained."No, not that. What I'm asking now is, why didn't you tell me?"Amos gulped at the woman's anger. "I didn't know what to do. I don't know if I deserve protection. For all I understand, I'm just a slave. I have no right to say no. If I tell you, isn't it the same as me not knowing my place?"Sera gasped at Amos' answer. "You are my slave. You should tell me anything if something happens."Amos was silent. Sera walked up to Amos, rubbed the man's cheek and forced him to look at her face. "Always remember that only I can touch you. Do you understand? Anyone who touches or hurts
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