"I’m sorry," I declared, apologizing yet again, unsure if this was the reason he requested my presence. He suddenly stared at me, and I felt a chill creep down my spine. "You are so annoying," he declared, his voice cold and cutting. I hesitated, wanting to apologize again, but what if he was referring to my earlier apology? "You’ve suffered so much at Sarah's hands," he observed, pressing a button on a remote, illuminating our lecture room on the screen. So, he was monitoring the class from here—he wasn't as unserious as I once thought.I had been avoiding glancing at his body, but when he pulled on a shirt lying beside him, my resolve faltered. "I will inform all the lecturers that you are attending class to prevent any consequences for missing it," he said matter-of-factly. "Okay, sir," I replied, wondering why he was suddenly offering me assistance."Can you cook?" he asked abruptly, catching me off guard. "Yes," I hesitated before replying, unsure where this conversatio
"Drake Snow," one of the cashier called out, her voice echoing in surprise as her colleague turned to look."What the heck?" the other Casher added, her expression a mixture of disbelief and intrigue."Don't tell me a mere slave has the right to spend from a black card," the first Casher declared, scanning me from head to toe."Will you please concentrate? I have other places to be," I shot back, my annoyance flaring."Enter the PIN," one of them insisted, still visibly surprised as she held the POS out to me.PIN? This concept was new to me, but then my memory kicked in—I recalled a four-digit number added to Drake's earlier message, which I thought was a mistake. I checked my iPad, input the code, and watched as the transaction continued."You must be a student of KJ College," one Casher remarked as she continued processing the pay
The post about Drake and me had already garnered over a million views. I doubted the audience was solely made up of students from our school. The comments flooded in, each more audacious and ridiculous than the last. "Drake is a man having a hard time. That’s why he is always cold. Just choosing a slave for his practical work partner, while he won’t be involved, means that if he had chosen me instead, he wouldn’t be able to leave all the work to me." Wow, Sarah had really spun this narrative beautifully. It was insidious yet shockingly effective. "Wow. I thought as much." "It’s obvious Sir Drake didn’t choose you because, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave all the work to you." "Now that’s my girl. I hope you are doing well." "If I were you, I would also behave like Drake. I’d give my partner all the work to do too." "Trust me, I purposely chose someone who isn’t my friend and not up to my social status. She’s doing the assignment herself and she’s also a genius," S
"I need to talk to you privately," Fane added."I'll explain later," I replied, opening the door to my house.Ruby nodded, her voice barely audible. "Okay." She walked inside, her eyes fixed on Fane only in the moment he is within her sight."I'm sorry to bother." Fane apologized."It's okay," I reassured him. "I'm all ears."Fane's expression turned serious. "About the incident that just happened – the unknown man crossing our path..."He paused, then asked, "Should I inform Sir Drake?""No, please don't." I shook my head firmly.Fane nodded. "Okay, no problem. At least I can see you're not alone today. If you notice anything strange, please let me know tomorrow, and I'll inform Sir Drake right away."I thanked him, and he replied, "I'm just doing my job. Make sure to lock the door when you get in.""Noted." I acknowledged his advice.As I turned to head inside, Fane waited until I locked the door before leaving.As I got into the house, and the first question Ruby asked me was, "Who
"More reason I will want to protect her more - a virtuous woman like her," Fane replied as he chuckled."Anyway, I am not done speaking," he replied. "Judging her age and the fact that she is far more ripe than most young or should I say children virgins we take in, masters who take sex slaves will be willing to pay anything to have her.""What!" Fane remarked in shock, and I was shocked too. What's happening? Me as a sex slave? Not this, this is just too much for me. I thought as tears started flowing out of my eyes."Don't worry, Miss Daisy," Fane replied. "I will protect you with my life.""Now, strange man, you have said something that makes me want to kill you so badly," Fane replied angrily."I don't know why you are getting worked up over a slave that you are willing to throw your life away for her sake," he replied. "Don't tell me you are crushing on your boss's slave.""You got it all wrong," Fane replied, not taking a back. "I am just doing my job, and the one job my master g
I hoped Daisy was still alive, refusing to entertain the worst-case scenario. I made a call to one of my bodyguards to retrieve Fane's body, deciding it was best to move on. I couldn't afford to waste any more time, not when Daisy might still be in hiding, fighting for her life. I continued walking until I reached Daisy's house, where I found Ruby pacing back and forth, her movements erratic with fear. As I approached, she suddenly turned to face me, having caught the sound of my footsteps, which I had tried to keep silent. She rushed toward me, her usual fear of me replaced by a deeper, more primal fear - the fear of the unknown."Where is Daisy?" she asked in a brusque manner, but quickly realized the fire she was playing with. "I'm sorry for sounding so rude," she apologized, as I maintained my silence, not uttering a single word.She continued, her voice laced with concern, "But I've been waiting for Daisy to return from your penthouse f
"Sir, we found a lead on her.”"But the lead also comes with bad news because they entered a no-camera zone," he declared abruptly."What's the lead?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.A moment later, The last sighting of Daisy was on the road to the location I'm heading to tonight, with every intention of destroying it without a trace." I thought to myself as I ended the call.I glanced at the time - 12:45 AM - before turning to Joe. "You can leave, Joe," I dismissed."Okay, sir," Joe responded softly, before departing.Fast ForwardDaisy POVI slowly opened my eyes, greeted by the sound of a young girl's anguished sobs. As my vision cleared, a sharp pain shot through my head, intensifying my headache. I winced, clutching my forehead.Glancing to my left, I saw the girl crying in another cell. She was one of several young captives, all bearing the same Whitewater pack band on their wrists that I wore. "If only there was a way I could rescue them and myself."Surveying my own cell, I found
"Come on," he said. "Anyone who can't trust this organization at this stage, despite not scamming any of us so far, should be beheaded. We believe she's a virgin, and I don't want the slave I may end up buying at an expensive price to be seen by other hungry lions like me." He declared, with the auctioneer's hand still in mid-air."Who's with me?" he asked, facing the crowd."Yes, I'm with you," another voice chimed in. "If I buy her, I only want to be the master who sees her body."Before I knew it, everyone had agreed. At least I had escaped this shame, I thought to myself. Thanks to a bastard who wanted to buy me and have me all to himself."She is a special one, prepared for the VVIP men and women among you," he declared. As I scanned the crowd more closely, I noticed that there were very few women present."She goes for the staggering price of 1 million dollars," he announced. The bidding began, and with each passing minute, I held onto the hope that a savior would appear. But th
"Daisy, is there anything you're not telling me?" he asked. It took me a while to respond, and when I did, I simply said, "Yeah." "What is it?" he pressed. "The walls have ears," I replied. "Yeah, they do," he agreed, and we continued standing beside each other, lost in our own thoughts. As the minutes ticked by, Drake finally spoke up. "Let's go to my car." We got to his vehicle, got in, and his bodyguard stood guard outside. "I'm listening," Drake said, turning to face me. I was initially at a loss for words, unsure of how he would react to the secrets I wanted to share. What if he became angry or turned against me? What if he stopped talking to me? The thought of losing his friendship was unbearable. "Daisy, what did you want to tell me?" he asked. "I..." I stuttered, but before I could continue, the words tumbled out in a rush. "M
"Lead the way," I declared, and she obliged, guiding me to a secret location. I had initially wanted to inform our lecturers, but I decided against it, following her instead. As we entered the apartment, I was taken aback by the sight of Drake standing there, waiting for me. "Drake!" I exclaimed, surprised by his presence. "I'll take my leave," Exa announced, departing and leaving me alone with Drake and Joe. Drake's intense stare made me feel uneasy, and I wondered what was on his mind. Now that I thought about it, the jet we flew in on belonged to him. Did he already know about the incident on the jet? Did he know that someone died? And, more unsettling, did he know that I was the one responsible? "Daisy" was all he said, his voice low and even. I felt a surge of nervousness as I waited for him to continue. But then, he asked, "Did your stomach still have a little space left?" His question caught me off guard, and I was surprised by the unexpected turn of events. "Why did you
I grabbed one of the plush towels, which looked and felt brand new, and wrapped it around my waist. The towel seemed small compared to my hips, but it would do. I stepped outside, and Sarah was still fast asleep.I took my time, doing everything I needed to do, including changing into fresh clothes. Yet, Sarah remained soundly asleep, oblivious to my activities.I was done with everything I wanted to do, and I put my things back in their place as I began to wonder: was she naturally a deep sleeper, or had she not slept at all last night? It's a known fact that light sleepers tend to sleep more deeply if they haven't slept the night before or for more than two days.I got out and sat down on the couch, deciding to flip through channels until I found something interesting to watch. My mind briefly wandered back to the events of the previous day, but I quickly pushed the thoughts aside. Maybe I'd confide in Drake about it later, but I hadn't made up my mind yet.As I watched the show, I
"Draco," I called, my voice firm."Why are you contacting me?" he declared, his tone cautious."I have Love with me, and she'll die if you don't do my bidding," I declared. He fell silent, and for a moment, I wondered if the intel I bought was incorrect."I don't believe you," he declared, his skepticism evident."Let's use WhatsApp," I suggested, a sly smile spreading across my face. "I won't only let you hear her, but you'll also see where I hurt her." I referred to the injury she sustained when I pushed her into the vehicle's trunk.I ended the call and switched to a video call, which displayed only his woman, struggling to communicate something to him with her mouth covered. I brought the phone to my masked face and spoke to him.But before I could speak, he beat me to it."What did you want?" he asked, his tone firm."I want your life," I declared, my voice cold and detached, as the woman I had ti
"Yes, it was destroyed by someone before the event," he replied."What type of being is that man?" I asked, curiosity piqued."A human," he replied matter-of-factly."Is he one of the workers in the plane?" I asked, seeking clarification."No, he is not," he replied."Now that's confusing," I said, furrowing my brow. "It simply means that, as far as he's not a registered person, he's the one targeting someone and getting killed in the process.""Yes, I thought as much," he agreed. "But then I couldn't grasp the fact that, even though he was killed in self-defense, why didn't he or she report the case to us?" he declared, his tone laced with puzzlement."Except the person is a slave," He added, the implication hanging in the air."Yeah, that's what I'm thinking, except the person is a slave," I added, Daisy's image flashing in my mind."Listen, and I repeat, listen carefully," I emphasized, my tone firm. "This case should die with those who know about it and not be investigated further
All hope seemed lost as I frantically thought of an explanation, with all eyes on me. I didn't want to attribute it to my period, nor did I want to reveal the truth. "I'm not surprised you're a useless, clumsy slave," Felix sneered. "Spilling red grape wine on yourself is childish." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was safe. But then Mrs. Jordan, seated at an angle where she could see the stain, chimed in. "I don't think it's red grape wine," she declared, her words sending a jolt through me. "And if it is not that, it doesn't look like the right position for a period, even if it came unexpectedly, and it's a little stain," she added, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the stain. At this point, I thought it wise to swallow my fear and explain myself and the events that had transpired. Just as the silence was about to become unbearable and I was about to confess, Felix intervened, unwittingly saving me from trouble. "It's the wine," Felix suggested, "I saw the way she
As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought
"I told you, didn't I?" he yelled, his blade flashing in the light as he aimed it at me. I dodged it by sheer luck, my fear-fueled instincts taking over. But in my attempt to evade him, he grabbed my hair, and I felt a searing pain as he dragged me out. He pulled me across the jet floor until my back slammed against a dead end. "This time, you won't be able to dodge my attack," he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since
Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll