Chapter 4Beatrice sat on the chair, her eyes flickering to the fireplace.Her red eyes were pale as she blinked them severally."You're getting hotter Beatrice," Mel mumbled, placing the wet towel that was wrapped with ice on her forehead.Beatrice shivered, sighing and biting her tongue as Mel continued."I don't know why you're like this, but you better say something." Mel hissed."I feel hot.""You've been saying that for hours now dear sister, and believe me when I say I am tired." "I feel hot Mel, I'm supposed to be as Cold as ice, remember?" Mel shook her head, as she watched the older man walk into the room."Grandpa Pablo, Beatrice's temperature is getting worst," Mel said, taking a seat as she turned on the cooler.The cooler was something used by the Black Market to punish slaves that went out of the way to disobey their Mistresses and Masters."This is bad.""You shouldn't be complaining, even the humans in the black market get used to this kind of thing." Mel huffed."I
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