All Chapters of My Most Precious Human: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

We all put down our trays, mostly still filled with food, on the big metal table standing in the kitchen area, and wondered if our work was over. Suddenly, we became surrounded by the casino workers. "Is the event now over? Do you want us to do anything else?" Carla asked someone who looked like the staff's manager. I could see that she was trying to stay composed, but at the same time, she kept clenching her fists just to prevent them from shaking. I stood right beside her, trying to help her keep calm, but I was trembling inside as well. The manager looked Carla up and down and smirked. "You all have done an amazing job. Now, we need you to go through the door on the other side of the room," he said casually. "And what is it behind that door?" Carla inquired nervously. "Your only way out," he stated, grinning. That smile of his was soaked in pretended courtesy. His eyes were cunning and cold, and those other casino employees

The rest of the evaluation proceeded in silence. All the caged girls were trembling in fear, and those whose blood was examined prayed that they would prove themselves worthy to be placed at this cruel auction. I kept clenching my teeth and fists. Anger overflowed from every cell in my body. "This isn't right! We are not some merchandise they can sell or throw away if something is below their expectations!" I fumed inside my head. I could smell the stink of blood slowly drying on the basement ground. It was nauseating and horrifying at the same time. I couldn't stop thinking of the girl's last words, and about her daughter who would grow up without her mother. The sound of her pleading voice rang inside my head. She was ill, but she wanted to live. She had chances to prolong her life. She deserved to live! What kind of monsters would do something like that?! Even the wolves I met had never been this calculated and cruel! I was full of rage on the insi

It looked like my only chance was to surrender. I knew that my mental and physical state didn't give me any chance against those people. Besides, were they even human? Mr. Gotha and those around him kept staring inside the room full of corpses, but there was something strange in their eyes. They didn't seem to be looking at a scene of a horrific murder, but more like a pile of spoiled food that had to be thrown away. There was also some kind of terrifying superiority in the way they were looking at me, yet I certainly found their company much safer than being around those people from the casino… I slightly nodded my head, agreeing to go with them. Mr. Gotha smirked, then grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room filled with blood. He looked me up and down and clicked his tongue. I certainly didn't look presentable. The simple white dress, the only piece of clothing I was wearing, was painted in red, as well as my feet, most of my body, and hair. I stood there looking int

I gasped and turned my head away from Sariel, unintentionally exposing my neck. He smirked, and leaned even closer, nearly touching my skin. I could feel his cool breath. It gave me a tickling sensation that quickly flooded my entire body. "Your smell… It makes me want to devour you whole," he whispered seductively. His words triggered my heart. It began pounding, uncontrollably. He chuckled. "Don't get too excited or I won't be able to stop myself from sinking my teeth into your neck," he said, smirking, then moved away from me. I blushed. I couldn't help it. Everything about him was captivating me, to the point where I ignored all my fear. "When your heart is rushing, it increases your scent. It makes me want to mark you…" Sariel snickered. "To m-mark me?" I asked hesitantly. "You know, to leave my teeth marks and make you mine," he explained casually while gazing straight into my eyes. Chills ran through my entire bo

I turned on my laptop and went through over fifty emails I had received in the last two days. I had rejected new assignments before since I wanted to take a couple of days off. Ironically, I was now spending those days off on my mental recovery. Of course, the fact that I announced that I wouldn't be taking any new work for a week didn't make my clients stop sending me their requests. For once, I regretted that I was so good at my job. I wished they would just leave me alone for a short while. I spent half an hour answering emails, or rather copying and pasting the same message, saying that due to private matters, I wouldn't be able to fulfill their requests. It certainly was one of those times when I wished I could have a stable job, working for one company instead of taking care of numerous demanding clients, but there was nothing I could do about it. Those who offered me positions were absolutely unable to protect me or stand against my powerful father. Suddenly,