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Though Sherry told the man in front of her that she was feeling better, both of them knew the truth. Her shivering body and unsteady movements betrayed her. She wasn’t better—she was far from it. The sickness clawed at her insides, but the cold dread of being trapped here in this gilded cage kept her standing, barely. When she heard his demand, she stopped, unable to help herself. She turned to look at him.

Dallion Cross. The man looking at her blankly was a devil disguised as a mafia kingpin, Sherry silently thought . No matter what he called himself—Master, Don, boss, or whatever title he assumed—he was nothing more than a demon in a suit, feeding off from the misery of others.

“What are you waiting for?” Dallion taunted, his voice rough and unrelenting, like sandpaper scraping her nerves. He leaned back, the dim light casting shadows over his sharp features. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement, the kind that made her skin crawl. "It's hot. A good bath would make me feel better. And your soft hands would help me relax, Sherry. I'm sure of it."

Sherry's heart raced as she weighed her options. If she kept claiming to be better, he’d keep pushing her. His idea of "helping" was making her bend to his will, a puppet on his strings. But if she admitted she wasn’t well, there was no doubt in her mind that this sadistic monster would use it against her—strip her bare, expose her vulnerability even more, maybe even turn it into one of his twisted games. The third option? Fighting back. But how far could she go with so little strength left within her tired muscles?

Dallion shifted in the middle of the room, his black shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing glimpses of a well-sculpted chest. His every move was calculated, smooth like a predator stalking prey. He sat on the bed and then folded one leg on the bed, letting the other dangle off, as if inviting her to come closer, to obey him.

Sherry couldn’t meet his gaze. She had fought against many people this past week. She had been brave. But the world she had entered was darker, more brutal than anything she had ever known. This wasn’t fearlessness—this was ignorance. Until now, she hadn’t realized what true fear was.

She had never been touched by a man before. Sure, she’d had innocent crushes growing up, but she had never dared speak to any of them. And even if she had, those men were leagues away from the likes of Dallion Cross. They were decent school teenage boy, but Dallion? He was a brutal force of nature—cruel, powerful, and unpredictable. He didn't just own the city; he controlled its lifeblood.

Her trembling hands reached for his shirt, the first button slipping through her fingers. She fumbled with it for a few moments before finally unbuttoning it, revealing his taut muscles beneath. The scars that came on her sight were marred on his skin like they were symbols of battles fought and won, a constant reminder of who he was—a conqueror in the underworld. One particularly nasty scar ran across his ribs, the stitches still visible in the dim light.

Her eyes roamed up, almost unconsciously, over his muscles, his collarbones, his neck, until finally, they met his gaze. Dallion's dark eyes were locked onto hers, and it felt like he was peering straight into her soul. His smile faded, replaced by a look of cold intensity that drained the courage from her body.

Her heart pounded. Why was he doing this? First, he starved her. Then he allowed her to sleep in his bed just because she was sick, treating her like a plaything. Now, he was making her undress him like she was some sort of servant. Was he trying to break her spirit? Or was it worse—was this all just some sick game to him?

"Master Dallion..." she whispered, her voice weak and innocent. But the moment those words left her lips, something dark stirred in Dallion's eyes. Before she could say anything more, her body gave out, and she collapsed against his chest, unconscious.

Dallion's jaw clenched as he looked down at her limp body, his lips twitching in irritation. The audacity of this weak little girl—to pass out in his arms before even finishing the job. His eyes narrowed. She was nothing more than a mouse, a pet to be trained and disciplined. Yet, for reasons beyond his understanding, she intrigued him.

He gently laid her back onto the bed, her head resting on the pillow. As he did, the door creaked open, and his right-hand man in the mansion, Nickson, entered, pushing a trolley filled with food.

Nickson's eyes flickered between his boss and the unconscious girl. “Master Dallion,” he began, his tone carefully neutral, “Shall I bring the food back later when she wakes?”

“Give it to the dogs,” Dallion replied coldly, flipping through the pages of reports he had been reading. “Prepare another meal when she’s conscious.”

Nickison nodded, his expression impassive. As he moved to leave, Dallion hurled the pen he was holding at him. Nickison caught it with ease.

“What the hell is this garbage? The company that produces these pens is pathetic,” Dallion sneered.

Curious, Nickson glanced at the Pen on his hand. "It’s from a pet care shop, sir," he muttered.

Dallion smirked. “Pet care. How appropriate. Maybe I should produce my own version, send it to the pet shops. Teach people how to create logo on their commodities with discipline properly.” His smile was cruel, but Nickson didn’t react. He was used to Dallion's sadistic humor.

Once Nickison had left, and the room returned to silence, Sherry's dreams turned into nightmares. She was back in the Bluebeard auction house, where the shadows of her past refused to let her go. The scent of burning wood filled her senses, and she screamed as a hot iron brand was pressed into her skin. She begged and pleaded, but no one listened. The pain was searing, tearing her apart. She could feel it, even now in her sleep, as real as the cold, hard floor she had been kept on for days.

She woke with a start, gasping for air. Sweat drenched her body, and her heart raced as if she had just run a marathon. Sherry wiped her brow with the sleeve of her tattered dress, feeling the dampness of the fabric against her skin. For a moment, she wondered if she was still in the dream, but the opulence of Dallion's room quickly reminded her where she was. The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting the room in an eerie glow.

She shifted in bed and felt the cold metal of the chain that bound her ankle. Dallion had lengthened it, but it was still there—her constant reminder that freedom was a distant dream. Her stomach growled, and for a moment, the hunger overpowered her sense of dread.

Just as she contemplated sneaking out of bed, the door opened again. A maid entered, her face set in a scowl as she pushed a trolley into the room. She ignored Sherry, acting as if she didn’t even exist.

“Excuse me,” Sherry croaked, trying to catch the maid’s attention. When the girl finally looked at her, it was with disdain. “Do you know where Master Dallion is?”

The maid rolled her eyes. “No.”

Sherry frowned. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“No.”

“What time did he leave?” Sherry persisted, hoping for at least one useful answer.

The maid stopped what she was doing, turning to face her with a sneer. “I’m not here to answer questions from a lowly captive.”

Sherry bristled at the insult. “And how are you any better than me?” she shot back. “You’re the one running errands while I just woke up from a rather comfortable sleep.”

The maid’s face flushed with anger. “Just because Master Dallion allows you to stay in his room doesn’t mean you’re anything special. You’re nothing. You’ll be back in Bluebeard house before you know it.”

With that, the maid stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Sherry let out a slow breath, her hands trembling as she pulled the blanket around her. The weight of the chain around her ankle reminding her of the life she now lived—one where her every move was controlled by a man who held her fate in his hands. The memory of Dallion's dark gaze lingered in her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that, no matter what she did, she was already in too deep in his dark world.

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  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   I haven't begun... but you're my first

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    When an unintended sigh slipped past her lips, it only seemed to fuel the fire already burning in Dallion’s touch. His grip on her tightened, his heart beating steadily, his eyes alive with something dark and dangerous. His control was slipping, and he knew it. Without another word, his teeth extended, sharp and eager. "I need a taste," he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. Before Sherryl could react, Dallion sank his teeth into the side of her neck. Her skin was —warm, rich, intoxicating, it was sweeter than anything he had ever tasted. It made him wonder if it was because of who she was, something about her making it more potent, more addictive. It was like drinking from something rare, something otherworldly. Dallion never cared for attachments, never let himself be bound to anyone. He had always been clear about that. Women came and went, serving a purpose but never staying long enough to matter. But ever since he had laid eyes on

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    Sherryl, still quietly eating her apples, wished she could finish quickly and leave as well. Every meal in this house felt like a battlefield, tension thick in the air. She continued eating as discreetly as possible. Then, his father spoke. "You should stop spoiling the girl, Dallion. Your sister is right. We don’t want you being manipulated." His cold gaze flickered toward Sherryl, and she felt a lump form in her throat. "There have been plenty of cases where a simple girl like this has twisted her owner into doing unspeakable things—even wiping out their own family just at her word. And we both know you’ve already had your fair share of experience with betrayal." Dallion’s smirk didn’t falter. "Don’t worry, Father. I care about my family too much to kill them. Well… at least you and Grace. The rest? I can’t make any promises." His eyes drifted toward his younger half-sister. Rose’s expression darkened,

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Screwing each other like animals.

    Here’s the revised version with the name changes.In the grand estate of the Cross family, the evening air was thick with the promise of an impending storm. The sky remained overcast, and a biting wind whispered through the halls. With winter creeping closer, the temperature had plummeted to an unforgiving low. If not for the warmth provided by the mansion’s insulated walls and flickering fireplaces, those unaccustomed to such cold would have perished.For the staff working in the Cross estate, survival was a luxury they didn’t take for granted. The grand halls and well-kept quarters provided a stark contrast to the bleak streets they might have otherwise called home.As the evening descended into dinner time, Dallion Cross and Sherryl Rain made their way into the dining room. Plates were brought out by silent staff, each movement practiced and precise. Sherryl, however, found herself staring at what was placed before her—a thick slab of raw meat, still red wit

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   I tolerate her

    Dallion studied her intently, his sharp eyes reading every flicker of doubt on her face. But he still answered, "You said you walked there because riots had blocked the main road. You took a different route and eventually found him. Later, you mentioned bringing him back, but by then, it was too late. Your mother’s condition had already worsened. What’s going on, Sherryl? Speak." His voice was firm, demanding. There was an unsettling confusion in Sherryl’s eyes as she tried to piece together the past. Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "If my mom could still be alive… does that mean she would allow me to look for him?" Dallion exhaled deeply, his expression unreadable. "Yes."He didn't want to give her false hopes, he knew her father left them and he was sure her mother wouldn't have allowed her to look for him. Sherryl nodded slowly, but she wasn’t convinced. If her father had left only to return years later, what

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Has someone touched you before?

    Dallion held her closer, his grip softer now, unlike before. His hands weren’t restraining her wrists anymore—they were holding all of her, as if anchoring her. It wasn’t just his touch that had changed, but his voice too. It was calm, quieter than usual when he spoke. “Tell me, Sherryl. Do you find it difficult to trust someone with your feelings?” His words were firm yet patient. “You do realize I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s going on?” Something had shifted in her. He had noticed the change immediately. Moments ago, she had been fine—her pupils had been dilated, her breathing slightly unsteady—but then, suddenly, she had gone still. Her heartbeat had steadied unnaturally fast, and her eyes had turned hollow, like she was somewhere else entirely. There was only one conclusion Dallion could come to. Had someone touched her before? Her voice was low when she finally answered. “It’s nothing serious.” Slowly, Dallion loosened his hold but didn’t let her mo

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   did something happen?

    Sherry barely had time to process the overwhelming sensations before her legs gave out. With a strangled yelp, she toppled sideways, arms flailing—only to land in an ungraceful heap on the floor.Dallion stared down at her, blinking. Then, slowly, a smirk curled his lips. “Well, that’s one way to show appreciation.”Sherry groaned, hiding her burning face in her hands. “I hate you.”“I know.” He crouched beside her, entirely too amused. “But if you were going to throw yourself at my feet, you could’ve at least done it with some dignity.”Bluebeard Lady chuckled from her corner. “She’s a fast learner. Even her falls are dramatic.”Sherry shot them both a murderous glare as Dallion effortlessly scooped her up. “Put me down!”“Not a chance,” he said, carrying her outside like she weighed nothing.The drive back to the Cross’s mansion was filled with Dallion’s teasing remarks—each one met with Sherry’s grumbled threats. But

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   You're mine to teach.

    The tent’s lanterns flickered softly, casting golden light over velvet drapes and aged artifacts. The scent of incense thickened the air, mingling with something more primal—the slow hum of anticipation.Sherry sat in the center of the room, wrists bound in silk, the smooth fabric a whisper against her skin. The ties weren’t meant for struggle, but for awareness—of herself, of the watchful presence behind her, and of the woman before her.Bluebeard Lady circled her like a patient instructor, a delicate silver chain swaying between her fingers. “Restraint,” she murmured, “isn’t about holding back. It’s about extending sensation, drawing it out until it becomes something unforgettable.”Sherry swallowed hard, feeling the heat of Dallion’s gaze from his seat across the room. He had yet to speak, but his presence was a force in itself—a quiet command.The woman knelt before Sherry, her fingers ghosting over her skin, feather-light. Even with

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Beginning to understand

    Sherryl Rain kept her head low, focusing on the lesson, even though she knew how rare it was for someone of Grace’s status to take the time to educate a mere servant. Most high-ranking figures in the Cross Empire saw little value in teaching those beneath them. Grace glanced at the worn parchment in front of her before turning her cold gaze to Sherryl, the little mouse that belonged to Dallion. “We’ll stop here for today,” Grace decided, stretching as she closed the book. “I need to take my mother and sister out to the Valley. Would you like to come?” The offer sounded casual, but Sherryl could hear the subtle test in it. “Ever been there before?” Sherryl gave a slight nod. “Master Dallion is taking me somewhere today.” A truthful excuse, but also a way to avoid the suffocating tension she’d have to endure with Grace and her ever-judgmental sister. Without pushing for details, Grace dismissed her, and Sherryl exhaled a brea

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