Semua Bab His Blind Slave: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Dispatch everyone to cover the mansion. Don’t let a single fly out of this place. You hear me!” Carson grunted, squinting his eyes. The anger in his voice sent shivers down Drake’s spine.“Yes, Sir. Right away,” Drake said and rushed out, ordering everyone to cover the mansion.“Mommy!” Carl opened his eyes, finding himself on his bed while his mother was in the bathroom. He could only hear her scowling through the pain in her heart from behind those doors.A big frown formed on his face, not understanding what was happening to his mother. So he decided to step out of the room.“Huh?” Suddenly he was startled to see many guards running around crazily, shouting at each other, “Find the girl! Quick!”“I need some water,” Carl sighed, unaffected by the chaos. He went straight to the kitchen, which, however, was empty. Not even the maids were around.“Ugh! I can’t reach it,” he groaned, trying to reach the glass on the table. In his sudden attempts, he ended up throwing the glass onto the

Somehow, hearing those words from his mouth sent a vital, electrifying sensation coursing through her veins, making her long desperately for more. No matter how profoundly she wanted to, his hand around her neck refused to permit it. His firm grip was a reminder of his control—a reminder that she was completely at his mercy.He kept grazing over her soft, pure skin like a hungry beast, not giving her a single chance to breathe. His lips were relentless, teasing her with light, feathery kisses before trailing lower, setting her body on fire. He knew exactly what he was doing, methodically working his way to her core, placing soft and gentle kisses along her trembling body. Her mind was blank, devoid of any thoughts about what might happen after this night, as if she had been consumed by a trance.She wanted to live solely in the moment, oblivious to the future that awaited her. The heat between them was undeniable, and for the first time, she wondered if giving in to this strange, forbi

The screams echoed in the dimly lit room with no windows, only a metal door containing a small bar hole. The air reeked of sweat, fear, and something metallic—blood, perhaps. The three men were tied to chairs, electric cables tightly wound around their bodies, leaving no room for escape. Sparks occasionally flew from the exposed wires, casting brief, flickering shadows on their strained faces.“Open your mouths, and this will end,” Carson said calmly, his voice low and menacing, a chilling smile playing on his lips.“You damn psycho! Do whatever you want. We are not Americans. We live and die with loyalty. No one here is going to tell you anything about our boss,” Reese growled, his voice sharp despite the pain coursing through his body. He hissed in agony as the electric current continued to surge through his veins, his muscles spasming involuntarily.Carson sighed, staring at Reese as though he were a misbehaving child. “Guess then I’ll have to hold my words on that bet.” His voice w

“What the hell just happened?” Luna whispered, hugging her legs in the bathtub, the lukewarm water rippling softly around her trembling body.Her mind was in turmoil, spinning with thoughts of how slaves at other houses were treated. She had heard the horrifying stories—tales of unimaginable abuse and cruelty, of slaves broken beyond repair. She knew for certain that none of them received this kind of treatment. No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape.Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.‘Maybe they were lying. Or… maybe something is weird with this guy,’ she thought to herself, biting

Her throat felt parched, as though a raw dryness was settled in, making it hard to swallow. Her lashes trembled, threatening to let the rivers fall a-art from her eyes.All she could think about for now was the past. The past that had haunted her for years. The past that she eventually believed she had let go of. It was all coming back. The screams of her loved ones echoed in her ears like thunderstorms rumbling.“Luna?” A soft whisper in a low, husky voice, desperate to bring her out of her trance-like state. Carson’s hand softly rested on Luna’s cheek, which was burning like flames. His other hand gripped onto both of her hands on her knees, fiercely but tenderly.“Shh… it’s going to be alright,” he whispered, getting closer to her face, his eyes glazing with concern, frantic to find hers.“I… I’m sorry,” a murmur left her lips, almost quite like a still stream.Carson wasted no time embracing her. “There is nothing to be sorry about. It’s all going to be fine.” He felt a sudden ach