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Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 2 Excerpt
“Who touched you?” he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn’t answer, his voice thundered
in the room, “WHO?”
The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, “Sir it was Mr. Reverale,” Damien’s face turned sour, his jaw
ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.
“Bring the man here.”
“N-now?” stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.
Damien who hadn’t broken his eyes contact with the girl in front of him pushed his hand against the wall which
previously rested beside his beautiful girl’s head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head
bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his master’s eyes, “Do you have any other better time? Or
should it be after I wring your neck?” Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out
of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.
“Damien, are we having a late tea party?” Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other
plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.
Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the
table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand
“No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her,”
sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 3 – Under the umbrella
Rain fell down from the sky on the land of Bonelake. One drop following the other making the view of the village
dark and dull where one couldn’t see what was ahead of them after a certain distance. Water flowed down the
little street carrying the muddy dirt where a young girl stood under the umbrella with her aunt and uncle.
The young girl’s jade green eyes moved left and right in front of her to ask, “Aunt Marion, do you think they will come? The rain is getting heavier.”
“They will come, Penny,” her aunt rubbed and wrung her hands together. The rain really was getting heavy along
with the wind, moving the direction of the rain every once in a while. Her aunt gave a look to her husband who
stood next to her. Her lips set in a thin line while they waited for the expected man to arrive.
They had been standing there with a sack of potatoes and turnips mixed in the sack which had to be sold to a
customer today. Her mother who had raised her had passed away seven months ago and since then her maternal
relatives were taking care of her who owned a little shop at the corner end of the market of the village which sold vegetables.
The shop didn’t do well. Her Uncle Larry Moore worked hard, waking up early to be the first one to open the
shop. But no matter how early he rose the income was lesser than the expectations. The shop wasn’t located at
the best spot making it so that the local folks and the people who belonged to the elites finished buying what
they had to buy from the closest shops which was the opposite where their little shop was.
One of the customers had apparently requested for the vegetables urgently an hour ago and even after more
than an hour had passed there was no one in sight. It made Penny wonder if the man would even come in such
rain unless it was a person from the higher society who was holding some kind of party which people like her and
her family weren’t fortunate to look at it.
“Are you sure he is coming today?” Penny heard her Aunt Marion ask her uncle who didn’t respond to her.
“Let me go check the market to make sure they aren’t there,” said her uncle, readying himself with the umbrella to be stopped by his wife.
“I will come with you. I don’t want to find you later with you on the ground with your broken back. Penny, dear,”
Aunt Marion turned to look over her shoulder to meet her niece’s eyes that looked vibrant in the rainy weather,
“Your uncle and I shall go see if the man is waiting for us at the entrance. Stay here and don’t go anywhere so
that we don’t come looking for you next. Okay?”
“I can go take a look instead of you. I will be quick,” the young girl promised that had her uncle shake his head.
“The last thing we want is you getting lost. Do what you are told,” Uncle Larry’s words were sharp. He had always
been sharp with her which often made her think if he didn’t like her staying under the same roof as him.
“Don’t worry about the vegetables. I will guard them safe,” Penny smiled to have her aunt give a small nod to her
before walking away with Uncle Larry under the single umbrella. The rain continued to pour, a light thunder that
kept growling up in the sky. The rain was common to the people who lived in Bonelake as the days experienced
rain than sun here.
The bell from the tall tower rang loud enough to be heard over the rain and thunder. The sky turning darker as a
carriage passed by her without stopping to ask why she was standing alone in the rain or if she needed to go
somewhere as she stood under the little roof that reduced the speed of the rain on her black umbrella.
The rain had started to move in the direction where her feet and the bottom of her dress started to get wet. Just
as she stood there waiting for her uncle and aunt to return back while also keeping an eye she didn’t miss the
customer who had agreed to come take the goods, a particular carriage came to pass by which was dark black in colour.
Penny didn’t know who it belonged to as every carriage came to appear almost the same which belonged to the
higher men and women of the society. The most she had done was travel in the local carriage which was always
packed and was used to travel from one village to another.
What Penny didn’t know was that the carriage that had come to pass by had turned around to stop not far from
where she stood. “Master is everything alright? Did you drop something?” asked the coachman of the carriage
who had pulled over.
The man inside the carriage didn’t reply to him, ignoring his coachman as he stared at the girl in the umbrella.
The rain kept pouring down whilst she stood, her hands clutching tightly the umbrella. Her eyes scanning around
her every once in a while until a loud thunder made way past the cloud.
Raising her face to look up at the clouds, he saw her smile which skipped his heart. She was a beautiful young
maiden, her blonde hair tied into a single plaid where the ends came to rest on one of her shoulders. Even with
the rain, he could still see her quite clearly. When the wind increased, her slender hand raised to tuck the pieces
of the strands of her hair that came to cover her face.
Her features were rather delicate and if he could, he would have liked to go over but there other matters to be
dealt in hand today. Pressing matters which needed his attention.
“Shall we leave, master?” the coachman asked him, waiting for his word which didn’t come immediately.
“Yes,” Damien breathed the word, taking a final look at the girl who had caught his eye.
Thankful that he wasn’t going to get further wet in the rain, the coachman pulled the reins of the horses to start the carriage.
Penny continued to wait in the rain along with her umbrella until she felt it was too long since her uncle and aunt
had left her here. It worried her if they were alright, making her wonder if she should go look for them as they
weren’t young and one didn’t know what could happen in the rainy weather due to the slippery ground.
Thankfully in time, she saw a figure appear through the rain, walking with an umbrella. It was a man and by his
clothes where he wore a coat over his body, she guessed him to be the customer. He was late! Penny didn’t like
that just because they were poor, the elite society could do what they wanted. Their time was as important as
The man came walking towards her and when he was in a close-ranged distance, she said, “Mister, you are more
than an hour late from the given time. Don’t you know the vegetables might soak in the water due to your no
value for time? You will have to pay extra for making us wait,” she raised her brows to make sure he understood
what she said.
The customer stared at her, his black eyes scanning her from top to bottom which made her uncomfortable,
“Where are your uncle and aunt?” he had a scar than ran across his mouth making her feel suspicious about him.
“They went in search of you as you didn’t arrive on time but they should be back soon. Are you Mr Joseph?” she
“Yes,” he said looking around the vicinity to see no one here. Most of the villagers had gone to take shade under
their home to prevent themselves from getting wet and catch a fever.
“Your good is right here. Pay the money and you can take it,” Penny patted the sack of potatoes and turnips that
were stuffed inside the sack and tied.
The man stared at her, a smile coming to form on his lips, “The payment has already been made,” it did? Thought
Penny to herself. Maybe the man trusted her uncle and shared a decent business with him. Suddenly the man
instead of taking the good that was next to her where she had stepped aside went to hold her wrist and pull her.
“What are you doing, Mister?!” Penny was startled by his behaviour, “Let go of my hand,” she said firmly as she
tried to pull it away from him but he was strong. Unable to budge away from him, she picked the carrot she had
previously placed on the slab as it was a rotten one. Taking hold of it, she jabbed it right into his face which dug
into his eyes making him yelp in pain. He let go of her hand and she closed the umbrella to beat his head with
the edge of the handle before making a run from there.
With the rainwater that had come to fill up the ground, every step she took forward ended up splashing the
water on the ground. One of her hand holding the front of her dress, she made a dash through the streets but
the man was persistent as he followed her. Running behind her and she had to run with all her might, changing
alleys and the little streets to go and hide behind a large pillar.
Penny heaved for air as it had been a while since she had last run like this. The last time she had run this fast was
when she was being chased by a cow in the field. For an odd reason, the animal just didn’t like her and prefered
to chase her like it had nothing else to do in the world. Thankfully it was sold two months ago to her aunt’s dismay.
Hearing the splashing sound behind her, she covered her mouth and pulled her wet dress between her legs so
that it wouldn’t be seen by the man. She could feel her heart pound against her chest out of fear. Carefully she
moved around the pillar when the man stopped to see where she had gone. From where she stood, the alley led
to three routes and she could have picked any of it but she had hoped he would have picked one of them.
As expected the man did take the straight route and she couldn’t tell how thankful she was.
Penny walked around the pillar and started to run in the direction where she had come hoping her aunt and
uncle had returned back. When she did reach, they weren’t there yet and she wondered what to do. Taking into
account that she wouldn’t be able to carry the sack of vegetables easily, she decided to leave here for now and
started to walk in the road to her home.
On her way in the rain she paused her footsteps to turn and see if she were being followed and when there was
no one there, she let out a sigh of relief and turned back to see Mr Joseph standing in front of her. Not a second
later his hand came right at her and she blacked out.
Thunder growled in the sky, the wind changing and the rain stopping as minutes came to pass by where no one
saw a young girl being abducted.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 4 – Given away
Penny was woken up by the sudden thunderous sound of the rain, her heavy-lidded eyes trying to focus on the
bar like rods that appeared in front of her. She blinked once, twice pushing herself up from the ground where it
was wet due to the rain that had come through the window of the stone walls.
Confused as to where she was, she lifted herself by placing her hand on the ground. There was no light in the
room she was in but ahead of her, she noticed the light spilling down through the walls on the ground where the
lantern must have been placed. Going to the railings of the rods. She searched for the door, a way out and when
she found it she tried opening it but the iron gate to the room was closed. The last thing she could remember
was heading back home to meet Mr Joseph on her way.
“Anyone out there? Hello!” Penny shouted for anyone to hear not knowing where she was and why she was
locked in a room, “Hello! Anyon-”
“Stop screaming,” came a voice behind her sounding annoyed with her presence. She hadn’t expected to have a
company with her in here. The room was smaller than what she had at her aunt and uncle’s house, “Are you
trying to put me in trouble?” her head snapped to look behind at a woman who emerged from the shadows.
The woman had fiery red hair which had been tied into a plaid similar to her. Only that Penny’s hair was well-
groomed which included the dress that she wore compared to this woman whose blonde hair was a mess with
clothes that had turned the color of her clothes into dirty white. Except for her hair, the woman was average looking in appearance.
It didn’t seem that there was anyone here at the moment and this woman could give her answers, “Miss, where
am I? There must be some sort of misunderstanding,” and just as she was completing her sentence the woman
laughed, her shoulders shaking.
“Miss? Wonder how long it has been someone called me with such…status,” the woman gauged the young girl
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who had been put into the cell. It had been a while since the woman had company, the last one had been a boy
kept yapping until she had to wait for him to be moved to another level, “What’s your name girl?”
“It’s Penelope but many call me Penny,” explained Penny to have the woman wave her hand.
“I am Caitlin. Penny, this beautiful castle that you see here, you have come to be part of it. This is the slave
establishment and you are in one of the cell rooms that is allowed to the slaves here.”
Penny frowned listening to this. It was impossible. How could she be in the slave establishment? Had she been kidnapped?
“Miss Caitlin, there has been confusion. You see I am not supposed to be here,” by what she knew, slaves were
usually sold for money as a trade. It was one of the easiest and quick means of money. Though it wouldn’t make
one rich, it did have the slave establishment running to receive decent money by the buyers.
The woman went to walk back into the darkness and now that Penny’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she
saw the woman lie down on the ground, “None of us are supposed to be here. At least not most of us but people
can be deceiving. Going by your reaction, I can say that you don’t know who sold you.”
“I do!” How could Penny forget that wretched man’s face and name! She looked furious. The woman who had
was lying down, looked at her. For a girl who had been thrown into the slave establishment, she looked in a
better spirit than the rest of the ones who were brought into the place. Either the girl was a sheltered child who
knew nothing that went on in here or she was trying to keep her spirits up, “It was this man named Mr. Joseph.
He came to fetch the groceries from us because the market was closed due to the heavy rain. He was late and my
uncle and aunt who are old went to look for him.”
“And let me guess. This uncle and aunt of yours didn’t come back even after time passed but the man arrived,”
even in the dark and low light, one could make out the bored look Caitlin gave with a sigh, “Your case is not
uncommon. Congratulations, for being sold by your relatives,” her voice sounded unenthusiastic.
“They would never do that!” Penny was deeply offended that the woman would accuse the relatives who had
given her roof after her mother had passed away, “It was Mr. Joseph or whoever it was who needs to be hanged
for sending me here.”
How many girls and boys had cried with the same hope of wanting to get out of this place. It was usually the
young ones who cried and wailed. Crying for the same people who had sold them off for the sake of some
money. The place didn’t affect the girl yet but it would soon before breaking the spirit that she had sent here. The
woman was not going to waste her time on her in explaining what had happened and therefore decided to let
the girl on her own until reality would come to hit her.
“Miss Caitlin,” the girl came to sit right in front of her, “Is there a way to escape from here?”
When Penny had asked the simple question to the woman who shared the same cell room, the woman started to
cough before laughing, one of her hand covering her eyes while the other held her stomach. After a good ten
seconds had passed, the woman sat up to clear her throat where Penny waited for her to speak with a serious
“Do you think I would have been sitting here enjoying this stinky little shit hole if I knew the way to escape from here?”
Penny gave it some thought, her lips setting into a thin line to ask, “Is it there or is it not there?”
The woman stared hard at the girl.
“Yes, there is one. The one that brings the slaves in and out with the guards stationed which is the entrance,”
which meant there wasn’t an escape route.
That night Penelope didn’t sleep. She had stayed awake from the time she had woken up from her conscious to
find herself in a three-wall and the fourth one to be made of bars. Slave establishment. The very word filled her
with dread and to think that she was in that place, she closed her eyes.
She didn’t want to be here and like the woman who now had her back facing her as she slept on the hard cold
ground said, no one ever wanted to be here. The slave establishment was far from where she lived with her uncle
and aunt. Her relatives didn’t have children of their own and her aunt had taken her in to fill that little hole in
their life due to which, Penny refused to believe that they had sold her into this dreaded place. At least she tried
for the first few hours until the woman’s words began to sink into her mind.
Penny wasn’t a naive girl. She had the ability to haggle with the street vendors and if needed she also had the
ability the steal from them without notice. More importantly, she read people, observing them as they came and
went in front of the little house she lived in. She had heard stories of how one’s own family members had sold
daughters and young son’s to the slave establishment so that the people could be sold to the members of the
higher society for a good amount of silver coins.
When did they even plan for it?! Penny looked mad at the wall.
The house was small which consisted of a kitchen, hall and a storage room to keep the vegetables they
harvested. She was always there with one of them to not have heard their conspiracy of selling her off here. Was
money of higher importance than her freedom? The anger that had peeked started to come down as sadness
started to engulf her. Bringing her knees close to her, she hugged them to look up at the window which wouldn’t
allow her to see what was there outside this room except for the glimpse of the sky as it was built up near the
roof of the room.
She missed her mother dearly since the time of her death. She had cried and wailed seeing her dead mother
being descended down the coffin in the village cemetery. Thinking about it brought tears to the rim of her eyes
but not a single drop fell out as she blinked them back away. She never knew who her father was as he had gone
out of the house to never return back home when she was still a baby, leaving her and her mother all alone.
Lost in her thoughts, Penny had laid her head on her knees while staring into space when she heard someone
scream outside. Startled and worried she raised her head, her eyebrows furrowed together. Getting up, she
walked towards the iron bars without holding them in her hand. The bars were old and rusted where it had
patchy orange and red skin that were being peeled as months and years went by.
Stepping a little closer she felt her heart quake when another scream was heard. It was a shrill painful cry which
made her feel uncomfortable from where stood. As if the woman who cried out was being tortured.
“It is one of the slaves.”
Turning around she saw the woman who once was sleeping on her sides had gone to sleep on her back with her
skinny hand placed below her hand.
Penny couldn’t help but ask in a whisper, “What are they doing to her?”
She frowned at the response she received before looking back at the empty corridor in front of her and the sides
until where her eyes could reach. Clearly, it was the hour of the night as no one had come to walk by which made
her think why someone was being tortured at this hour.
“Torturing the ones who misbehave. Slaves here are nothing less to animals who are raised by the farmer who is
about to sell them out for good money. The slave establishment isn’t all that people speak there in the outside
world,” the woman’s voice was quiet as her own as they spoke the words out, “What you hear outside is barely
the surface of the ground that you are trying to scrape. The things that go in here are unethical, horrible as the
traders who are responsible for sending us here. What you are hearing right now is a daily routine. There will be
at least one who would have tried to defy and,” the woman paused to continue, “It is always the new slaves that
undergo the special treatment. So think twice before you think of escaping.”
Penny narrowed her eyes this time, not happy what she was hearing from the woman, “What will happen if I do?”
she held her breath waiting for the woman to answer. The screams that were heard from outside filled up the
silence in the little cell she was in.
“You will wish you hadn’t.”
Slavery in the four lands, especially here where the pureblooded vampires were rich in living wasn’t illegal. The
entire trade took place in the presence of the law which was maintained by the people who were part of the
council. The council was built to put laws but with everything done they hadn’t gone to remove this one trade.
Most of the time, people went missing and the blame was often placed on the black witches who were one of the
notorious beings who usually kidnapped men, women or children for their personal use. But some of them failed
to notice that it wasn’t the black witches but it was the others who helped in making young ones disappear by
trading their lives to the slave establishment. It was one of the easiest ways to earn money such that the lands
had now come to trade people who weren’t careful.
And even if her relatives had traded her, Penny hadn’t planned to stay here long. She would escape and she
would do it soon.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 5 – Warden
When the time of morning arrived where the rain had stopped at the break of dawn, the sky continued to look
cloudy and dark. Every lock to the cell of the buildings were unlocked for the slaves to step outside and do work
which would be assigned by the guardsmen and the warden. A metal rattled over the iron bars waking every one
of them in the early hours of the day.
Penny rubbed her eyes with the edge of her palm, getting up to see the door of the cell open which made her
feel slightly relieved. This meant the slaves weren’t bound inside the cell room which was good news to her. At
least there was a thread of hope and for a drowning man, a thread of hope was sometimes more than enough
but she was yet to explore the world in here which was unknown to the outside world where she had come from.
She had only stepped out of the cell when she came to see many slaves walking past her. She noticed the way
the lights in their eyes had vanished and looked dead without any expression, “Where are we going?” She asked
her cellmate who started to walk to join the other slaves. Penny hurried to walk beside her with the rest of the slaves down the little corridor.
“You will see.”
Penny wished her cellmate could give her more information in her replies but everything she said left a mystery
which she wasn’t exactly looking forward to. It was only after she saw the other slave’s faces didn’t she feel better to have someone who at least spoke.
“You have come on a fine day, Penny. Meet the warden. Make sure you never cross him. No matter what never
fall under his eyes,” said the woman. Penny’s eyes searched near the walls to see a man in uniform who looked
young to be called as the head in charge of the slave establishment. He had sharp red eyes that scanned the slaves that walked past him.
Just before their eyes could meet, she turned to look ahead of her. A wise decision would be to listen to the
person who had lived here longer than she had. It made her question as to how long it had been since the
woman had been living here. By looks, she didn’t appear to be of her age and would have been someone who
was at atleast five to six years older to her.
The slaves abruptly stopped and she wondered what had happened before she heard one of the guardsmen
order them not so nicely, “Strip you, slaves!”
What? Her eyes bulged wide. Her head snapping left and right to see the slaves around her starting to shed their
clothes. Where they serious?!
She was in no way taking off her clothes in front of so many unknown strangers. It wouldn’t have mattered if she
even knew them! Stubborn, she stood with no indication of removing the clothes that she wore when the
guardsmen who had given the order noticed one of the slaves who hadn’t moved an inch.
“Didn’t you hear what I said? Remove your clothes,” the guardsman who spoke to her was buff in the physique.
Pricky beard covering his jaw which was currently clenched at the disobedience caused by one of the slaves.
Even after hearing the guardsman’s coarse voice which was demanding, she continued to stand still without any
movement. This caught many slaves attention who had been removing their clothes until they were naked, letting
the material fall on the floor before picking it up with their hands. It wasn’t just the slaves but also the other two
guards who had been stationed to make sure the slaves behaved while enjoying some of the views that was
presented every morning in the slave establishment.
“Remove your clothes,” whispered her cellmate so that the guards wouldn’t hear her speak. Seeing the girl not lift
a finger or react she wondered if she had gone insane. She had told her to keep a low profile in front of the
warden but instead, she had decided to against the word of the guardsman right now.
Up until now, Penny had never stripped herself naked in front of anyone and she wasn’t going to do it because
the man had asked her to.
The warden of the slave establishment who had been looking at the scene quietly from the other side of the
corridor raised his hand for the guardsman to shut his mouth immediately before he could bark any orders. He
used his fingers to speak to the buff guard who nodded his head to the orders that were passed by the mere indication of fingers.
“You stay here,” the guardsman barked at the girl who was definitely new to the slave establishment, “The rest
step into the shower and clean yourself. Make sure to be presentable as tomorrow you will be picked to be taken
to the market,” he got the others moving while placing his to stop the girl from moving forward to join the rest of the naked slaves.
Penny kept a straight face not showing any sort of weakness but she wasn’t sure how long she could maintain it.
Internally she was scared. So scared that she wanted to bolt from there which right now was impossible. The
guards had gone inside the large room where the slaves were sent to take a shower while she stood outside not
realizing that the warden was right behind her with his personal guardsman. Watching her under his light-coloured red eyes.
One second she heard a snap of fingers and the next moment she was dragged by a guard to be pushed to a
room where there was no window. A lantern burned brightly but it wasn’t bright enough to light the black walls
that surrounded it.
She stumbled forward, falling almost on the table that was in front before she managed her footing to turn
around to use her mouth to speak. It was when the Warden arrived she closed her mouth thinking if what she
had done was right. This wasn’t her village who was asking her to do something but the slave establishment. As
the realization began to sink in, she took a step back away from the man who entered the room to have the guardsman close the door behind him with a click.
The man was tall who towered over her height not that she was short but this man was really tall. A scar ran
diagonally over his lips, his eyebrows thick and dark, his eyes holding malice which she hadn’t noticed previously
due to the distance she had noted him before.
This wasn’t good, thought Penny to herself. Her cellmate had told her to not get noted by this man and she had done just that on her first day here.
He stepped closer to her, one step after another as her heartbeat spiked up in fear. She stumbled away from him
and near the table, going around as one of her handheld the surface of the wooden furniture. Not able to think
straight she picked the quill that laid on the table.
When he finally came closer to her, his hand reaching to touch her face. Penny swiped the quill across his palm
which tore the skin making him flinch but the man didn’t back away. His hand went straight to her neck, pushing
her until her back touched the wall. She felt the air slowly escape from her lungs when the warden squeezed his
fingers around her neck.
The warden came close to her ear to say, “I have met many slaves like you and I have relished in the feeling of
breaking them down until they felt helpless.”
“L-let me go,” she scratched and tried to pull his hands away from her throat. The man didn’t budge. Just when
she thought she had loosened his grip on her, he pushed her back with much force making her gasp.
“Disobedient slaves need to be taught their place. What makes you think that you are superior to the rest here?”
the man taunted her. Taking the quill she had used against him, he stared at her before letting her go where she
gasped for air, “Strip.”
She was rubbing her neck when she heard him, “What makes you so special that you think I will strip for you
when I refused to strip out there?” And she later wished she hadn’t spoken back as the man didn’t take her words
to be too kind. The warden raised his hand to slap her hard across her face that rung her ears.
But what the warden didn’t know was that Penny had eyes another object that was lying around when he had let
go of her throat. She picked the little statue that was close to her reach and she banged it right across his head
to hear the stone make contact with his head. This one had taken him off guard as he hadn’t expected her to
strike once more.
He laughed. His laughter ringing loudly in the room of the closed space leaving Penny confused, “You really did it
this time. It has been a long time since I have enjoyed a feisty woman in here. The more you try to disobey the
more we are going to have fun,” she gulped. There was no escape and she knew it. No matter how many times
she would hit him, the man would still come to stand unaffected which meant this time she was in big trouble.
His hand made way to the back of her head to pull her hair making her yelp in pain, “You are very brave to hit
me. Not once but twice. You should be taught not to disobey the rules. And rule number one is, no matter what
always obey what I say.”
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 6 – Confinement room
A knock on the door interrupted the Warden before he could threaten her with more words and actions, “What?”
he barked at the door when another knock was heard from the other side of the room.
As strong as she tried to be, Penny was scared for her dear chastity. She knew the disadvantages she held at the
moment. She was a girl now who was part of this illegal-legal trade of the slave establishment. Not to forget a
human compared to this vampire who pulled the back of her hair painfully making her flinch but she didn’t dare
to move this time. She had hoped for him to stumble back when she had striked him not once but twice but that
put her in further trouble.
“Mr. Gibbs has arrived to speak to you,” the guardsman relayed the message. Before Penny could start counting
and praying her lucky stars for whoever interrupted this warden’s time with her, the warden replied,
“Tell him I am busy,” the warden must have been part of the lower vampires as she had heard that only the
pureblooded vampires also known as the elites of their society possessed dark, red-blooded eyes.
“He tells it is urgent. He’s come from the council,” answered the guard who was adamant to leave the front door
of the room they were in. The warden pushed her away from him with a tch sound. Straightening his uniform
jacked, she saw him open the door and step outside, “Put her in the confinement room. I will deal with her later.”
It didn’t take long for her to know what it was as she was led to another floor which hardly had any light in here.
The corridor was dark and if it weren’t for the lantern the guardsman held in his hand, she was sure she would be
lost in here forever. Her hands had been bound as the man dragged her in front of him to lead the way.
As Penny walked behind him, she took note of the many empty cells at the beginning before she caught on to
see two of them being occupied. A man and a woman who were bound and put inside the cell. If she thought the
cell room she had previously been in was bad this was worse. There was a strange stench that came from the rusted cell rooms which were small.
Once they reached the end of the corridor, the guardsman pulled the ropes hard and pushed her inside the
empty cell before locking her up. At this point of time, she had decided it was for the best to not test any of the
guardsmen in here or the warden. She could still feel the fearful shivers running down her spin which didn’t sit well with her mind.
The cell was locked and the guardsman went away leaving her alone with the other two people who were locked
in their own confinement cell. It seemed that the people who ran this establishment wanted her to reflect on
what she had done as there was nothing else to do here in the pitch darkness. But she didn’t what was there to
reflect? Thankfully, she had taken a glimpse of the small cell before the light had disappeared.
She had been lucky compared to the rest of the slaves who entered this part of the world. Slaves were treated
like dirt. The warden was there to make sure they obeyed so that the slaves wouldn’t misbehave with their future
owners but then there were some traders who enjoyed slaves like those. Some were killed, some violated, some
who broke their spirit by the time they were sold and some like her cellmate, who just didn’t care what happened.
The first one hour, Penny sat down on the ground, covering her nose as she could barely continue to inhale the
repulsive smell. Bored, she slept for the next hour but when she was up she was greeted back by the darkness.
She didn’t know how much time had passed in here and the more time she spent the more her mind started to
She then came to understand it wasn’t just about reflecting upon what she had done. The confinement rooms
were a place where one was not allowed to speak or hear or see anything. They were cut off from the outside
world as punishment.
Not knowing when she would be let out, she shouted, “Hello! Is anyone there?” and she received nothing but silence, “Hello!”
Shouting to speak to the people in there seemed to be useless and she continued to sit idly in the cell room. The
privilege to eat or drink was taken away such that she spent two days in the confinement room. As it was her first
time, she was let out on the third. Another guardsman pulling her back to the cell she was assigned.
The light was harsh on her eyes making the young girl flinch her eyes as she walked through the corridors. As she
passed some of the cells she could hear snickers coming out from girls at her plight.
“That’s what happens when you decide to be a prude,” she heard one of the girl comment while the other said,
“Isn’t she the new one? They never know how to behave. Do you think she would have cried?”
“I bet she has, look at those eyes and the way she walks…” the first one tried to whisper but Penny could hear it quite well, “Warden Clayton must have fucked her already.”
The guardsman didn’t react to it as if he were deaf and the young girl had drained too much energy to speak.
She didn’t want to go back there when it had been only a few minutes since she had stepped out of the
confinement room. Her body felt weak with the pain. The two days she had spent there alone with no one to
speak to, it had slowly started to make her mind go numb and tired. Alone. The loneliness wasn’t as worse as she
had felt when her mother had passed away but she could feel the emptiness that surrounded her.
When they reached her cell, Penny’s eyes fell on the woman named Caitlin who looked at her with a blank expression. The guardsman opened the iron door with a creak and she stepped inside like a docile person.
“I told you to keep your head low,” said the woman from where she sat, “Are you alright?” she asked when she noticed Penny limp.
“I did. You didn’t tell me I was supposed to strip,” the young girl frowned, going to the other side, she slid down
to sit on the floor. The air that she breathed now felt like bliss compared to what she had been inhaling in the
darkroom she came from.
The woman chuckled, “Did you think you were going to a tea party? It is a slave establishment, Penny. Stripping
here is not a big deal. You aren’t part of the outside world which you once had. That is past and you need to
realize this is what your fate right now is,” the woman could see how the girl was having a hard time in accepting
the fact. Escaping was good until one would get caught and punished severely, “All you had to do was listen to
the guardsman without a thought to save yourself.”
It took Penny a few seconds to dawn what the woman actually meant. She shook her head, “I have saved myself,”
she whispered the last two words.
Her cellmate raised her brow in curiosity, “What is with the limping then?”
The young girl smiled and her expression turned sour. She raised her right leg which was bare for the woman to
see blood smeared at the bottom, “I stepped on a nail in there.”
While Penny had spent her time in the confinement room, she had walked around the little room to waste time
before stepping one foot on the sharp nail making her yelp and cry in pain. She had hoped to find something to
kill time with but this was not what she had been wishing for. It had taken her hours to pull out the sharp object.
She had cried, cried to the point where her eyes had turned small and red as if the bees had stung her eyes.
Though Penny knew the truth, the other slaves who had seen the girl rebel assumed that she had been punished
like the others who didn’t know their place here. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for the slaves to be treated in such a manner.
“You are lucky to have escaped his clutches.”
“The warden’s?” asked Penny.
“I have something to ask,” said the young girl looking at the woman, “Have you ever been to the confinement room?”
“Why does it smell so bad?” she continued to question remembering the awful smell she could barely breathe in.
It wasn’t the body waste but something else she wasn’t aware of. The woman didn’t answer her right away. A
guardsman came to pass by their cell with a slave being pulled behind him. The girl wore fresh clothes, unlike
other slaves which meant she was new, “How many are brought in here in a day?”
“Five to six. Sometimes it goes up to ten,” the woman skipped the previous question and answered the second one.
“Do they have room for every one of them?” by what she saw, each cell held two slaves and she doubted that she
saw any cell on her way back here which was vacant. Having being stuck in the confinement room, she hadn’t
found the opportunity to look too far on how the establishment looked like. Until now what she had seen was
only a glimpse.
“Slave trades happen every once in a week. And customers are never short when it comes to buying them. Slaves
are sold like items in the market. To be more specific the black market,” the woman explained, “Every two slaves
that get sold one gets replaced in here. To your previous question, the stench you smell of are of the dead bodies
that are sometimes piled up in there before getting disposed of,” Penny looked taken aback by this.
The woman didn’t look like she was joking, “D-dead bodies?”
“The slave establishment is a shady place to be in. Did you think they only keep us here without doing anything,
to sell us out quickly?” but that was what Penny had thought, “The dead bodies are of the slave and very rarely of
the guardsmen. Slaves sometimes take their lives unable to live with the thought of being branded and sold to
another person. And sometimes, they are killed.”
Caitlin shrugged her shoulders, “It can be plenty of reasons but I assume it might be when a slave is particularly
volatile in the head or when the men here drink the blood to the very last drop. I don’t know,” Penny didn’t know
what to say to this, “That is why I said you turned out to be just lucky. The warden has killed a number of people
than you can imagine.”
“And nobody says anything?”
“What will you say? More importantly to whom? This place is built away and before the law was brought up in
the four lands. It is run by the higher society, the elite as they call themselves to be,” the woman scoffed, rolling
her eyes, “Those night creatures and the humans with money run this shit hole. They need slaves to do their
bidding be it blood, sex or for abuse. I heard a man raised his voice once, hoping the council to do something
which was years ago. The next day he was found dead in his home. Such is the world that we live in. If you go
shouting and trying to catch attention, I can guarantee you this that you won’t be here with me but somewhere
screaming as one of the guards…” she didn’t complete her sentence, turning her head away, the woman looked
up at the sky through the window.
After hearing this, the slave establishment appeared much darker than it was before.
“Is there no way out of this?”
“The next auction of the slaves will take place in the next six days. What you can hope for is it land yourself a
decent master or mistress to look after you. That Penny is the easiest way out unless you are ready to torture
yourself down in the dungeons.”
The blonde girl furrowed her brows, “Could I ask you for a favour?”
“Will you walk with me outside?” If she was planning to escape, she had to know where and what about the
establishment before she would be sold out in the black market. Six days. Was it enough to be able to plan out
for an escape? asked Penny to herself, only time could answer her. She would either be free or she would be
caught before hell would descend down her life.
“I can do that,” agreed the woman and she was thankful for it.
Both the women left their cell room on the account that they had work and when they did reach the ground
level, Penny came to realize that her plan to escape was far away from reality. The slave establishment was built
within the tall walls that surrounded it. No one could climb those walls that were high and flat. And even if one
knew how to climb these tall walls, there was a possibility that halfway through they would be sighted and caught
by more than two guards. Each corner and about, a guardsman stood guarding the perimeter.
“Don’t look at them,” the woman warned and this time she readily listened not wanting to go through another
punishment, “Come, I will show you something else,” she heard the woman say to turn and walk back.
Penny walked with her until she heard a series of screams coming from the right side that looked like a cave,
“What is this?” she asked the woman who accompanied her.
“Let’s keep walking,” Penny couldn’t stop looking at it but finally tearing away her gaze from the cave she heard
the woman say, “Every slave in this establishment gets branded just like the cows and horses to make sure if they
find a stranded slave who has run away, it would be easy to bring them back to where they belong. Take my
advice and don’t try to escape.”
“You are asking me to be part of something I don’t want to be,” Penny frowned.
“Impulsive girl, nobody wants to be part of it. I say this for your own good,” the woman smiled coyly at a guard who stood there with a smirk.
“You are friends with the guards?”
“Friends is a broad term and I wouldn’t use it. I give them what they need and take the favours I need,” she didn’t
bother to ask what those favours were as it wasn’t hard to know, “If you get caught, Penny. You will be branded
just like any of them right now.”
Penny stopped the woman, halting both their footsteps to ask, “What says I won’t be if I don’t try escaping?”
“Slaves are usually marked on the first or second day of them entering the slave establishment. To your fortune,
they have caught you yet. If you get caught, it won’t be just branding your skin but you will have worse than the
confinement room to be in. But, if you get into that list of having to be sold. You can escape once you are
outside. There will be no one to catch you,” now this perked Penny’s ears.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 7 – Fine, I will help you!
She walked down the hallway of the slave building, the corridor narrow and long. Her left side was built with
walls, her right side she passed by the cells. Some that were open and some that were closed with the slaves sitting inside.
It was Penny’s fifth day in the slave establishment. She had spent two days in the confinement room which had
avoided her from being branded as the other slaves. She had been careful at the word of her cellmate but it was
after she had come to see the blood seeping from the dress that the slaves wore which worried her. The screams
and cries in the night didn’t stop and neither did it stop in the morning or the time of noon. It wasn’t difficult to
get into trouble with the guardsmen of the establishment but it wasn’t hard to escape it either until one knew
how to handle them with a sexual favor.
She had been worried about the brand mark as every slave in this establishment carried one on their body. But
the marks weren’t necessarily in the commonplace which made it easier for her to hide when all the slaves were
sent to take bath.
Penny who had opposed the idea of previously removing her clothes with the others had been compliant to
listen to the orders of the guards without a sign or murmur of protest. It wasn’t that she was comfortable
stripping herself and the stares by the other slaves especially the men made it uncomfortable. The last thing she
needed was a brand on her skin which would imprison her for the rest of her life here. Taking the woman, Caitlin’s
advice she had started to deduce the plan to get her name in the list of the slaves who would be sold in two
She stood with hot water dripping down her body which had turned the entire bathing area in steam which she
was thankful for. Quickly washing, she picked the garment that was laid to the slaves. Wearing them, she headed
out of the bath like the rest when another slave walked by her. It was a male slave, his hand pushing her arm as
he walked by where he didn’t bother to apologize but after walking a few feet away from her he turned to look at
her and gave her a smile which wasn’t polite.
Ignoring the man, she decided to walk along with the other slaves. Another thing to note here in this
establishment was that, apart from the warden and the guardsmen who guarded the place, there was a hierarchy
in the slaves itself. Groups of people who often picked on the slaves who were new. Penny had been wise enough
to observe and remind herself not to step into certain parts of the establishment where the guards didn’t guard.
Though Caitlin had given her the idea to run away, she didn’t take part in helping Penny to escape from the world of the slaves.
Coming to the far end of the corridor, she deviated her footsteps from the rest of them by slowly slipping away
from the guardsman’s sight who had been stationed at that corner. Peeking from behind the wall, she stared at
the room where a guard stood. It was the room where every single slave’s details had been recorded when a
person was admitted to be a slave here.
How was she going to get inside with the guardsman standing outside the room? asked Penny to herself. Biting
her lips, she stood there staring before catching sight of another guard who was walking towards where she was.
Quickly turning around, she ran back to join the other slaves who were still walking out of the bath.
Going back to the cell that she was assigned to, she sat down, her hands supporting her face as her elbows
rested on her lap, “There is a guard there,” she whispered to her cellmate who was busy biting the split ends of
her red hair. Picking one strand after another,
“There are guards everywhere,” Penny sighed at the woman’s lack of interest, “Haven’t you ever tried to escape
yourself?” the young girl asked a little curious about her cellmate. Until now, the woman had revealed nothing
about herself, “When did you come here?”
“A few years ago,” the woman answered. By the tone of her voice, she realized the woman wasn’t interested in
dwelling into her personal details. The woman then lifted her eyes to look up at Penny who had been staring at
her, “The slave establishment runs with an iron fist. Getting people in here is easy but stepping out isn’t. People
get scared for life for what they see and experience here. You haven’t seen even an inch of it yet.”
“You want me to experience it,” murmured Penny.
“Never told that,” the woman went back to biting her hair and removing the ends of her hair with her teeth.
“Help me, please. The guard won’t let me inside the room.”
“Of course, he wouldn’t. Do you think he will bow his head and let you in, a mere slave just like that?” her
cellmate rolled her eyes, “I haven’t been bitten by a dog to assist you. If you get caught, it won’t be just you but I
will get into severe trouble too,” Penny covered her face, “And don’t wail now. I don’t want you crying too. I am going to sleep.”
Penny started to sob in her hands, her shoulders shaking as stifled sobs surrounded the cell. In the beginning, the
woman didn’t pay attention to the young girl. She had seen many slaves come and go in the long-time she had
stayed in the slave establishment. They cried and screamed which had turned her almost deaf. With an
unbothered attitude, she laid down on the ground and closed her eyes, beliving the girl would stop crying after a while.
Just as the woman started to drift away to fall asleep, she heard,
“Ahhh!!!” and her eyes snapped open. It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard people in here cry but the cellmates she
had had until now were the quiet ones who would silently cry. Also, the scream and cry took place away from the
cells which didn’t disturb the sleep the way it did now. She cursed the girl under her breath.
“Stop crying! Do you think crying is going to do anything here? Fine, I will help you,” the woman rubbed her temples.
Penny sobbed where she had drawn her knees close to her chest to hide her face, “Really?” came the muffled voice.
“Yeah, sure. You have my word,” the woman answered half-heartedly. When the young girl raised her head there
was not a single drop of tear that had come out of her eyes and her face looking perfectly normal. The woman narrowed her eyes, “You little actress…”
Penny grinned, pushing her hand on the ground to stand up and say, “Let’s go now.”
“You tricked me,” the woman gritted as they stepped out of the cell.
“I apologize for that. I thought it was fun,” Penny hid her smile behind her hand, “I really needed your help because I wouldn’t be able to do it without you. I am desperate.”
“We all turn desperate. I am impressed. Where did you learn that?”
“I was part of the local theatre. The side actress,” the woman nodded her head. Penny came from below the
average family with her father who had left them. To make the extra amount of coins for her mother and her, she
had taken the job in the theatre but were the little roles which she always landed with as the man who ran the
theatre was having an affair with the lead actress, “You know a lot of things about the slave establishment, why
didn’t you ever try to run away?” whispered Penny as quiet as she could as they walked down the corridor
keeping their head down and not looking up. It was one of the rules in the slave establishment where the slave
had to keep their head down all the time.
“My luck wasn’t as good as yours. Before I knew it I was branded,” said Caitlin, suddenly stopping, she pulled
Penny to the side where there was a little passage, “Quiet. The warden’s here,” if the Warden and the guardsmen
next to him weren’t walking as fast as they were now, she was sure that they would catch them stuck in between
the two walls. Once the officials of the establishment had passed, the woman peeked carefully before stepping
out with the young girl
“How often does he make rounds?” asked Penny to see the men were nowhere now.
“Two times a day. The warden is a shrewd and a cunning man. Like I said before, stay away from his sights as
much as possible. With you already not obeying him, you would be in one of the noted slaves. That man enjoys
torturing girls and I don’t mean sexual torture. There are other ways to torture the slaves which are far worse than
sexual treatment. One which will break you mentally than physically. It breaks your soul in ways you cannot
fathom,” the woman’s voice was low, “Hurry,” she said and they walked quickly, switching the corridors to step
into the place where the guardsman was guarding the room which Penny had previously stepped into, “If we get
caught, we are both dead sheep. I will wade the man away and try to give you the time you need to get in there and put your name.”
“What about your name?” Penny didn’t understand why the woman hadn’t asked for her name to be included.
With the way the woman smirked, it made her think that her cellmate didn’t plan to leave the slave establishment.
“Your name should be enough for now. I am an old woman here when compared to you. The slave establishment
prefers younger slaves to be sold for good value,” saying this she pulled the sleeve off her shoulder and Caitlin
bstepped away from the wall, walking sultrily towards the guardsman who was standing outside the room.
Penny watched her back to see no one there as this was one of the places where the slaves didn’t walk around or
were rather not allowed to step into. The red-headed woman stared at the man, “Aren’t you tired standing?” the
young girl could tell that though the woman had call herself to be old, she was rather pretty to look at for her
age which the guardsman noted. His eyes every often glancing at her shoulder.
“You shouldn’t be walking here. Get back to the slave quarters,” the guardsman spoke roughly while holding back the lust he felt.
From where she stood, she could see her cellmate give a sad smile, “Don’t be so harsh on me,” she said walking
around to reach the other side of the wall, letting herself lean on the cold wall, “I was feeling lonely and…” she
trailed giving the man a look as if he could protect her from the harsh world outside. It appeared that she wasn’t
the only one good at acting, thought Penny.
With the guardsman who had turned his back to her and the door of the room, busying himself with the slave in
front of him Penny wondered if it was her cue to go in there. Just as she was readying herself, breathing in
deeply, she heard a pair of footsteps from the other corridor which made her bolt forward. Very carefully she
entered the room to see stacks of parchments that were placed all over the room.
Her eyes scanned the through as quick as she could, going to the table while placing her feet on the ground
quietly. She didn’t have the opportunity for education but had picked and learnt the most basic writing like her
name, her mother’s name and some words which were common.
She tried to read and understand what was written in some of the parchments so she could know where to insert
her name in. Identifying some of the words in a particular parchment, she took hold of the quill and added her name at the end of it.
Once she was done, she decided to leave the room like the way she had entered with cautious footsteps. Penny
didn’t wait for Caitlin and instead walked two corridors away from the room before she halted her footsteps and
waited for the woman who had engrossed the guardsman in her talk when she had left the place. Finally, when
the woman caught up, both of them headed straight to their cell room as if they hadn’t done anything they were not supposed to do.
When the day finally arrived, as expected, one of the guardsmen came to fetch Penny who kept a sullen face who
was anxious. Her cellmate didn’t react nor did she speak a word as she left.
“Follow me,” the man said gruffly, not bothering to hear a yes or no from the young girl.
He lead her down the stairs before binding her hands in rope. Reaching the ground level, he took her to a vehicle
that looked larger than the carriage she had seen pass by in the market of her town. It was dark and black in
colour. The base made of wood and the top that looked similar to a tent. Inside, she caught sight of other slaves
who didn’t look happy and were rather quite scared and some also crying. The slaves consisted of mostly young
girls, a young boy and a woman whom she guessed to be a person in her prime forties. There was one thing she
noticed, up until now during the time she had walked in the establishment, not once had she seen a man over his
It seemed like the establishment found them to be useless which made her wonder what happened to the people
who aged to the point they wouldn’t be able to be sold in the market?
Penny was roughly pushed forward, “What are you doing standing here! Get inside with the rest of them!” the
guardsman pushed her again until she climbed and sat down with the other slaves.
The carriage though built larger than the average space, it was still cramped with the number of people in here.
The journey was long and when said long, it wasn’t an hour or two but a journey of four hours. The carriage
wasn’t stopped anywhere and when it did, it was only when they had reached the part of the town where the
black market was situated. The black market was a place where one could find things which were not be sold out
in the open.
Penny and the other slaves couldn’t see anything as when they had left the slave establishment they were
blindfolded. The guardsmen weren’t gentle when it came to handling the slaves. Everyone were pulled or
dragged before being pushed to stand in one corner.
She heard a girl cry next to her, her sniffs audible to her ears. SMACK! The other slaves who had been crying
closed their mouth when the slave next to her was slapped across the face.
“One more sound and I will make every one of you beg for your life,” by the voice, Penny could tell that it was the
same man who had pushed her into the carriage before, “Frank!”
“Look at these slaves. They look better than the last batch. Especially this one,” it was another man who had
come. Penny who had only been listening to their conversation, felt someone run their hand over face. The touch
felt repulsive which made her skin crawl, “This one looks fresh. Makes me want to keep her,” the man murmured,
his hand continuing to run over her cheeks, chin and then up to her lips when- “ARGH!”
Penny had bit the man’s finger.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 8 – Beginning of the auction
When the man’s finger got too close to her mouth, Penny had bitten on his finger hard enough for the man to
yelp in pain. She hadn’t planned to bite but his touch had been repulsive enough to bring out the reaction from her.
The man glared at the slave and slapped her right across her face. Penny could feel the heat rise on the side of
the cheek where she could feel her skin resonate in dull pain. The man whom she bit wanted to slap her again
but the guardsman held his hand.
“One more and you’ll damage the good,” said the guardsman staring down at the girl who had the audacity to
bite. It seemed like this one hadn’t been disciplined enough but what he didn’t know was that it hadn’t been
more than a week since the girl had been added in the slave establishment. New slaves were usually not sold
right away in the market not unless someone specifically came to buy the slave directly from the establishment itself.
“This little bitch-”
“Hold your hands. Go check the stage and announce the arrival of new slaves. Gather enough of a crowd. We
need to get the show running,” the guardsman ordered the man who went by the name Frank. From where she
stood, Penny could feel the sting of pain on her cheek and the corner of her lips. When her tongue touched the
side of her lips, she tasted the metallic taste of blood. Just as she was doing, she felt herself being dragged a few
steps away from where she had been standing. She flinched when the side of her head was pushed against the
wall, “Do you know how important the man is? He’s the one to word the news to the elites who come to buy
here,” the guardsman continued to push her head while she struggled for him to let go, “Don’t forget that you
are a slave. Let me show you what happens to the slaves who misbehave and don’t listen,” saying this he let go of her head.
Every slave’s blind was pulled. Though it wasn’t sunny and the weather of Bonelake was as usual cloudy, the light
falling on her eyes after hours which made her squint her eyes like the rest of them. Penny’s eyes moved to look
where she was brought. Since they had arrived, the smell here wasn’t pleasant but rather odd and uncomfortable.
She noticed that they were in a tent but this one was less dark compared to the one they were put in the
carriage. When the wind blew to move the curtain to let one peek outside, she saw people walking busily without standing in one place.
“Come now. Line up! Let’s show what happens when you don’t listen,” said the guardsman who pulled the girl
who was closest to him. Pushing her forward up the platform she could hear the voice of the man who had
slapped her after she had bitten him.
The slaves could see the stage that was set up for the slaves to be sold while making sure everyone who had
money had a good look at who and what they were selling. Curious to what the guardsman meant, she looked at
the slave who was made to walk on the stage with her hands bounded at her back.
“Good afternoon my fellow men and women. Today we have brought with us better goods than what we sold last
week. Slaves who you will want to have and make use of. I promise you won’t be disappointed. This is a glance to
what we have today,” spoke the man on the stage loud enough for everyone to hear. There was the sound of
bustle which she noticed when the man spoke, “This is our first slave. Her name is Hannah. As you can see, she is
a young human with black hair and pale skin,” the man touched the girl’s face but he didn’t stop there, “Her skin
is luscious and soft like silk. To let you have a look my fellow people…”
Penny heard the sudden tear of the young girl’s clothes who started to cry silently. She could hardly believe what
she was seeing right now. They were demoralizing a woman, treating her with no respect where the dress she
wore was removed to be pushed down leaving her upper body bare to the onlookers. What just happened was
harder than the slap she had received earlier. Her eyes widened and she gulped.
Hoots and whistles were heard on the other side of where she stood now with the scared group of slaves. As
brave as Penny had tried to be up to this point since she had been put in the slave establishment. She didn’t have
the courage to go through what just happened in front of her sight but it didn’t stop her thought from wanting
to bash the man’s head as he continued to speak.
“Isn’t she beautiful? Now, let’s see how many of you value her worth. The bidding starts from thirty gold coins!”
the man shouted.
Thirty gold coins?
Penny wasn’t sure if she was baffled with the number of gold coins the man spoke or that he had decided to
value the girl’s worth to be thirty. A person couldn’t be valued in terms of gold coins and thirty was nothing.
At the same time, thirty gold coins wasn’t a small number. Her own family could barely collect a good three silver
coins which made it difficult to collect a gold coin. It made her wonder if her relatives had really sold her, then
what price had they handed her to the slave establishment?
But what she didn’t know was that it was the minimum limit that would come to grow to a big amount.
The girl was on the stage shivered in the cold which she could see quite clearly from behind. She felt sorry for her
and wished she could do something but there was nothing she could do right now. It was her fault that the girl
was being shamed publicly. She didn’t want to cause trouble to anyone here on her behalf. Not to forget, if the
guardsman sensed that she had been admitted to the establishment for only a week, there were chances of her
being taken back again which she didn’t want. And who knew what punishment waited for her. Being the
troublemaker here, she was worried about what the man on the stage would do to her.
“Fifty gold coins!”
“Anyone who is willing to buy her for more?” asked the bidder on the stage to receive a response from the crowd,
“Eighty gold coins!”
“Ninety gold coins!” If Penny wasn’t in her current predicament her brows would have reached her forehead but
as the amount raised so did her heartbeat. It had come to be evident that the people who were outside were the
people who came from the higher society who were willing to throw money to buy themselves a slave or more.
“Anyone interested to buy the girl?” asked the bidder, “Ninety gold coins going once, going twice and THRICE!
Sold to the gentleman in the grey suit. Please make sure to collect your slave at the backstage.” Frank, bought
the girl back inside whose clothes hadn’t been fixed. The girl looked traumatized, her expression was vacant as if
in shock making her feel guilty. But with the attitude of the crowd and the men here, it felt as if it was a norm to
strip a slave in front of the buyers to make sure of what the slave was worth for.
When the buyer came through the other end, she caught sight of an old man who was short in stature with a few
amounts of hair on his head. He smoked a pipe, his skin shrivelled but his eyes sharp on the slave which he had
bought. After the transaction was done, the girl was taken away.
Penny had thought of escaping once she would reach the market or after someone would buy her. That didn’t
mean she was ready to go through the humiliation of what everyone was going through, suddenly she heard a
scream from the stage.
The next slave had already been taken without wasting time. Her hair pulled by the bidder so that she would
scream more, “Doesn’t she have a lovely voice. It is told that she sings like an angel. Age fifteen. Untouched and
pure. Wouldn’t you want to get your hands on her-”
The man on the stage hadn’t even completed his sentence when someone in the crowd yelled, “Hundred and twenty gold coins.”
“That’s a lovely number to start with,” the man rubbed his hands together before wincing due to the finger that
had been damaged, “Anyone who wants to raise the pay and take this girl home?”
The bidding went up slowly, the number of golds moving one step after another such that the girl was sold for
four hundred gold coins. It made Penny wonder as to how did people earn this amount of money? I would take
her ten lives before she would be able to collect that number of gold coins while here the people were giving it away to buy them.
Finally, when it was her turn, Penny was dragged and pushed up to walk to the stage where when she stepped,
her heart sunk like someone had tied a rock to her and pushed her to the deep sea. The number of people who
crowded around the stage was intimidating. There were greedy, lecherous men who stood waiting for the slave
to come out. Some were the local men and women who had only come to see the show and enjoy it. Some were
poised but that didn’t hide the look in the eye which one held.
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Though it wasn’t hot, she could feel the beads of sweat forming on the back of her neck to run down on the back
of her skin. It wasn’t the time to think but she wondered that if vegetables were alive, this is how they would be
feeling with the customers hovering over them ready to pounce.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 9 – Sold- Part 1
The Isle valley was a land where an elite or the high society class of people walked on the streets to buy
expensive clothing, shoes, or any other object one would fancy and also one where the middle class along with the lower class couldn’t afford.
Being part of the land of the East, it was one of the attractions but not for the sole reason that it had a high-end
product. A few streets and alley’s away, next to the Isle valley was the black market. For namesake, it was the
black market where things that were not often sold out in the open were found. From the unholy materials that
were sent by the black witches to the blood of babies or children but until now the governing law of the council
had done nothing to eradicate it. One of the reasons being that the men and women involved here were
In the past, the council had tried to remove it but the problem was that no matter how many times some of them
were sent to catch most of them would flee or trick the other which turned out to be hopeless. Not to forget
there were some people who depended on the items from the black market which weren’t found elsewhere.
Once they had almost closed down and banned the black market to only be pressurized by the elites on how
they wanted it running. After a lot of signs and meetings, the council had come to the conclusion to only keep a
close eye. One could sell all to their heart’s content but if they were caught, it would be a direct way to the council prison.
A man walked through the throngs of the crowd that had formed in the center of the black market. His hair was
inky black in color, his eyes darker than any other red which looked almost black where a person could be
mislead into believing him to be a human if it weren’t for the light in the atmosphere. He was tall, his shoulders
broad, his eyes gazed around the little perimeter looking down upon the men not because they were short but
because they were beneath him.
A small stick playing at the edge of his lips which was held in his teeth, he muttered, “Peasants.” for visiting.
“Sir Damien,” a leaner man with brown hair and eyes came to stand behind him who had been trying hard to
keep up with the man in the coat, “Is this where we’ll be buying the tranquilizer? I thought it was the other way.”
The man named Damien didn’t respond, instead, he let his lazy eyes look at the shop that was set up in the
corner, “Our shop is here, Kreme. Go speak to the woman in red,” he ordered for the leaner man to widen his eyes.
“She’s the one selling?”
Damien who had been watching the crowd and the auctioneer who was selling a young girl while having her
scream turned to look at the smaller man, “Why don’t you go find out rather than waste my time here,” Kreme
nodded his head and hurriedly made his way to the shop. Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, Damien
followed the man. Annoying humans didn’t know what or when to speak, to increase his work the council had
given a human to work with. It was a wonder how he even passed the exam last year to be part of the council.
A woman sat on a platform, her green eyes holding mirth when Kreme tried to speak to her, “Miss, do you by
chance sell tranquilizers?” asked the human politely but the woman who sat in front of him didn’t answer.
Thinking that she might not be familiar with the word he went to explain, “It is a liquid that is blue in color. Like-”
Damien pushed the human to the side, “How many tranquilizers do you have with you?”
“One. You are late in buying them,” the woman leaned forward responsively at the sight of the pureblooded
vampire. The human blinked at the woman who hadn’t responded to him but had readily answered his senior.
“Whom did you sell it to?”
“I don’t know,” she smiled coyly, “I don’t ask for names. I just need the money but I might try to jog my memory
for you,” Kreme was now sure that the woman was hitting on his senior and was worried where this was going to
go. It wasn’t because he was worried about their work being diverted but because-
Damien pulled out the silver pistol from his back, uncorking it and placing it on the woman’s head. As the shop
was set in between the walls and hidden so that it wouldn’t be easily spotted, “You were saying?”
The woman’s smiled faltered, “You should learn something from the human. Such a handsome face but rude,”
“That’s rich seeing you be the one not to heed to his words but to a rude person,” Damien smiled, taking the
pistol away from her head like he had been kidding but the woman somehow knew that it wasn’t an empty
threat, “Be a doll now and tell us whom did you sell it too?”
“It was a man with a beard, just a little around his jaw. His eyes were of two different colors. Red and black. Deep
voice, hair combed back. Black in color. That is all I remember,” she answered him while Damien tried to relate
her description to the man he would know. Strange, he thought. He couldn’t remember anyone with two
different colored eyes as they were rare.
“How dark were his eyes?” questioned Damien.
“The red was dark,” she answered apprehensively, “Don’t you want to buy the tranquilizer?” she asked when the
pureblooded vampire turned his back to her. Even Kreme was confused as to why they hadn’t bought it, wasn’t
that why they had come to visit the black market?
But the man was least interested to talk to her and he walked away from there to be followed by the leaner man.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 10 – Sold- Part 2
Penny could slowly feel fear begin to sink into her bones out of nervousness as she stood in front of the people
as a display item. Though the weather was cool with the clouds dominating the sky which were dark and yet to
start growling, she could feel perspiration begin to settle on her skin with every passing second that came to go by.
Her eyes didn’t dare to look up, the glances were never one which were decent and of pity. Instead, most of them
grinned looking up at her.
With the way she had bit the bidder’s finger as he had touched her, she feared what he was going to do. For the
slaves who had done nothing, their hairs were pulled, their dress and clothes stripped for the buyer’s eyes so that
they could entice them to buy the slaves from the slave’s establishment.
“This is Penny, young and fresh as you see. She is-” paused the bidder as he read her information which he had
been given to him from the guardsman. With every slave’s information recorded, the details were used during
the time when the slaves could be sold with the right data. The bidder didn’t go to speak aloud and instead
murmured as he read the parchment which had been filled by her own relatives who had sold her.
The bidder turned to look at the guardsman and then at the slave who stood next to him. The young girl was
undoubtedly pretty to look. Her feminine features better than the younger and the older ones which he had been
brought here from the slave establishment. But she had been submitted only a week ago, and they never had an
early sell-off of the slaves, “Excuse me, gentleman, while I go have a word. Please enjoy the sight in the
meantime,” Frank gave a grin with his dirty teeth and went back to meet the guardsman.
While the bidder who was auctioning the slaves left, Penny was left standing there with hundreds of eyes on her.
It made her feel uncomfortable. She had tried to be brave all this time but now she was scared and regretted
biting the man’s hand. By the look in the man’s eyes before, she knew he would strip her in front of everyone but
something worse was also awaiting her. She had known that her time of arrival at the slave establishment was
recorded. How would she know? It wasn’t like she was a frequent visitor there. This put her in the position where
the guardsman could take her back at the mere word of being a new slave.
Behind the stage where two more slaves stood, the guardsman and the bidder spoke in a rushed tone,
“Are you sure we can sell her? Didn’t they say they wouldn’t sell a new slave until they would be trained? The girl
is clearly not tamed,” said the bidder.
The guardsman who had taken the parchment back from the bidder, looked into it as if he could read when he
actually couldn’t. Not everyone were fortunate to learn and write, leaving a lot of them uneducated. It was the
elites and some rare men and women, women being scarce when it came to the lower part of the society.
Looking at the scribbled words, he said, “Her name was put there. We are only following the rules and orders. The
warden himself personalizes and sends the slaves to be bid. He wouldn’ have added her name if she wasn’t ready.”
“You sure?” asked the bidder who didn’t want to get into any unnecessary trouble for someone’s mistake.
“Aye. Sell her cheaply. We ain’t need any refund back,” suggested the guardsman, giving the parchment back to the bidder.
When the bidder went back on the stage, he said, “I see some of you have eyes on this beautiful creature
standing her. Wouldn’t you like taking her home with you? Look at her hair,” said the man loud enough to gain
the attention around. As he touched her hair, Penny didn’t react. This time she was obedient, “So smooth.
Imagine having her in the bed with her beautiful legs wrapped around your waist as you push into her,” she still
didn’t react but internally she cringed.
After all the imaginative crude remarks he had dropped for the previous slaves who had been brought, she had
thought she would turn a deaf ear but she couldn’t. The man had no shame and neither did the people who had
surrounded them who had leaned forward to listen to more of what he said.
His hand was still touching her hair before he pulled it roughly for her to wince, “She will sound lovely, just like
this in your arms. She had been untouched and unbitten,” and this gained murmurs among the crowd, “You can
have the first bite of this v.i.r.g.i.n.”
Noticing the delightful whispers that came in front of her, Penny, whose face was now facing the dark sky which
had turned dark guessed that v.i.r.g.i.ns had higher values just like when it came to the demand of marriage.
“Fifty gold coins!” a man shouted in the crowd.
“Look at that! We have the first buyer,” commented Frank in glee.
“Hundred gold coins!” Another man shouted. The time of the bidding hadn’t been stated yet there were men
who were eager to buy her. Frank let her hair go. He took a step forward at the crowd as the numbers started to
fly one after another.
“Two hundred gold coins!” one man jumped the number. The young girl looked frightened, her heartbeat spiking
with every number that moved up and higher. She saw the man who had just bidded for her. It was a man in a
grey suit, his eyes red in colour which meant he was a vampire. Another man stood next to him with an umbrella
over his head even though it wasn’t raining or was sunny. He had a look on his face which made her uneasy. It
was as if something lurked around his face which anyone could see but it didn’t speak of what it was.
But the number didn’t stop there. The gold value on her went on to move up and in that time she saw the people
who wanted to ‘buy’ her, it wasn’t just male but there was also a female and by her attire and presence, she was
another vampire. She had valued her to eight hundred gold coins, but the man in grey suit pushed his number to
a thousand gold coins.
Among the crowd who bid on her, there was another man who appeared decent compared to the rest of them.
Like many, his eyes were red but his appearance were gentle, tall with brown hair on his head.
Compared to all of them, she internally prayed that if someone was buying her, it would be the brown-haired
man. At least he appeared decent compared to the rest who had a lecherous look in the eyes like the others.
She then heard the bidder say,
“Let us see how much more she can entice you.”
When Penny’s eyes moved to look at him, she gulped nervously. She saw him look at her smugly knowing what
his words meant and to tell she was not scared was a lie. She wanted to cry for the shameful display in the public
which she had never imagined.
She felt vulnerable and cornered. Penny had never done anything to anyone until now. She had been polite and
kind, her words thought out before she spoke to make sure it didn’t offend anyone unless someone meant it to
be. Maybe she had stolen fruit from Mr Barne’s tree occasionally which was one in number but that didn’t mean
she was to be decreed in such manner by God.
The bidder walked closer to her, his hand reaching to the dress which was hardly enough to cover her feminine
curves on her body, when someone said,
“Five thousand gold coins.”
Everyone had been concentrating their gaze on the bidder, the bidder’s hand and the girl who stood there with
bound hands to snap their heads seeing who had a mere slave for five thousand gold coins. It was very rare for a
slave to be bid over two thousand gold coins, something that happened once in a year or two but it was rare for
one to pay that amount of money.
Penny herself was shocked to hear five thousand gold coins. Her eyes were wide, mixed with shock and panic of
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who had bid on her. Scared that it would be someone odd.
The bidder who was standing next to Penny himself hadn’t caught the man who bid the high amount that he
found it would be rude to offend the person if he were to ask who had spoken just now. His hand that was
hanging in the air above her shoulder moved down to rest to his side.
Murmur and whispers took around the crowd before one person after another looked at one man who stood at
the back of the crowd with his hands in his trouser pockets.