Amos shouldn't have walked anywhere that night. If he had restrained himself, Pete might still be alive today.***The night was hot enough to make sweat run down Amos' forehead. Probably Pete's too. But the twenty-year-old youth was more concerned about his surroundings and whispered anxiously repeatedly next to Amos."Come on, we shouldn't be here!" Pete whined. His burly body that was used to working under the sun was completely incompatible with his childish behavior.Actually, Amos was scared too. His legs were shaking violently. But he didn't want to go back. Not tonight. He would never get another chance."It's the only day they all go out. This is our only chance if we want to know what really happened." Amos pulled Pete along, hurrying behind the tall pillars supporting the tall building that had housed him for twenty-one years. A building he had never left for even a day.Several black uniformed guards with weapons in hand seemed to walk quickly past them.Amos felt his chest
Riel, Sera's bodyguard, arrived at Sera's room. He was a twenty-five-year-old man."Miss, you really brought a slave into the room?" Riel looked worried.Sera didn't care. She took off her jewelry and sat in front of the mirror."Miss, if Mr. Dumitrese finds out, you'll be in trouble. After all, you're getting married soon." Riel did not give up. He had to remind Sera, as it was his duty."Why is that? I just called him to my room." Sera cleaned her face.Riel sighed. Everyone knew why Sera had brought a man into her room. But this was the first time she had summoned a slave."Miss, please just listen to me this time," Riel pleaded."Come out. I'm not in the mood for weapons right now," Sera said calmly.Riel gulped. If that threat was coming, it meant the woman really didn't want to be bothered. He lowered his head and left. He had to strategize how to keep Tudor from knowing what Sera was doing.Riel called Hoper and James to take over the slave."Take him as quietly as possible. Don
Amos fell silent, his chest pounding as he realized the possibility of being killed by the woman. He heard several slaves return in a state of dismemberment before finally dying and being brought back to the main mansion.Amos trembled. He kneeled himself at Sera's feet, begging for mercy. "Miss, forgive me! Please don't kill me!"Sera frowned. "If you make me wait, I will definitely kill you."Amos sat back down, looking at the woman once more, before finally standing up and moving slowly to the soft bed there. Then, hesitantly and slowly, he lay down on his back. His gaze gazed up at the ceiling of the room with its beautiful moon painting."Ah!" Amos squealed in surprise when Sera touched his toned and muscular stomach. However, she didn't let go of her hand, instead tracing his skin slowly upwards, sending a sting through his body.Amos had never felt a feeling like this before. A touch could make the whole body stiffen and feel electrified.Amos' breathing was ragged, he was havin
Amos closed his eyes. Sera moved from his body. He heard the woman cursing in annoyance. Amos, however, felt very relieved. "Don't move and wait for me here!" Sera ordered in a threatening tone. Amos nodded obediently, not daring to move an inch. If Sera wanted, the woman could easily slam his body on the floor and he would die. Amos didn't dare act when he imagined that. He just stared at Sera who took her clothes and put them back on. The woman's furry ears had disappeared. She was back to being a normal human being. Amos was sure that Sera was the kind of werewolf that Barferis, the slaves' guide, had often told him about. The slaves didn't know who their parents were. There was only one old man who managed the slaves in the fortress. His name was Balferis. Thanks to Balferis, the slaves got information about the outside world. Amos often imagined how beautiful the outside world was based on Balferis' stories. Balferis often told stories about werewolves who would eat humans. Th
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't succeed. Amos even kicked the glass door, but it didn't move at all. Amos was desperate. He was exhausted. After what he had gone through today, he was mentally and physically exhausted. He finally sat down on the floor with sweat covering his face. He was breathing heavily as he kicked the door. He really wondered what the door was made of that his kick couldn't break the glass. While he was busy neutralizing his breath, a shadow suddenly fell on the balcony. Amos widened his eyes at the figure. It was a small child with wolf ears and a wild gaze. As if smiling, his lips were pursed with fangs. Amos staggered backwards as the figure advanced to push the door with a single push. The door rattled open. Amos ran quickly to find a place to hide. What is that thing?! Why is he so strong? "Hi! Who are you?" The creature quickly ran towards him. His eyes were red like burning coals. Amos stopped, stepping back. How could there be a c
He wandered around, looking at busy servants and bodyguards. Were they also monsters?"Why are your hands so cold?" asked Lancel, squeezing Amos' hand.Amos squeezed his small hand and tried to smile. "I'm just feeling cold."Lancel immediately looked at the clothes Amos was wearing. "You're cold in summer with clothes like that?" Lancel could imagine how hot the clothes Amos was wearing were. He wondered why Amos still felt cold?"I'm just not feeling well," Amos said. Don't let Lancel feel his fear.Gerard grinned."Gerard, why didn't you dress him?" Lancel asked. He was sure Amos would be made fun of if he entered the banquet hall dressed like that."No need," Gerard replied curtly.Lancel frowned. "Why?""Slaves shouldn't wear clothes.""You're so cruel!"Amos listened silently to their argument. He wouldn't be surprised if Gerard actually told him to get naked this time. So, he squeezed Lancel's hand and nodded that he was okay with wearing anything.Lancel still wanted to protes
Amos felt Sera's movements so fast, it felt like he was floating in the wind. In a short time, they were back in Sera's room.Sera threw Amos' body onto the bed.Amos groaned in pain as his back hit the bed, but he couldn't do anything. His body was stiff, unable to move.Sara felt anger overcome her. She really hated that something had happened outside of her plans. If Amos hadn't come out of her room, this would not have happened. Now, she had to face the anger of Tudor and the others. She had not prepared any excuses."You like to cause trouble, huh?" Sera said, walking over to Amos' naked body on the bed.Sera pressed on Amos' chest, where there was a spot of blood.Amos groaned in pain, feeling his chest being compressed. After a while, he could feel his body again. He raised his hand.Quickly, Amos ran off the bed into the corner of the room, escaping. After seeing Pete's fate, he had to feel scared. They were all monsters! Heartless monsters! Sera looked at Amos who was cradle
For several hours, Amos felt torture he had never felt before. A horrifying torture that left him traumatized.Sera made sure that the man regretted upseting her. She dragged her claws into Amos' body until he bled. Then she healed him with a salve that made the torture more painful. She repeated this several times, until the bed sheet was full of Amos' blood.Amos was shaking violently, but he did not express any regret. It seemed like he really wanted to die. "Aarrghh!!!" cried Amos as Sera's claws pierced his chest again. Blood flowed. He was breathing heavily, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. The pain was unbearable.After Sera had made several cuts, she pressed Amos' body to rub the ointment. Amos immediately shook his head weakly."Please, let me die," he pleaded softly.Sera smirked. "It's not that easy."Amos felt the cold liquid covering his wounds. He closed his eyes, clenching his fists in anticipation of the pain he would face in a few minutes.The ointment w