Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 111 – Cindrella slave- Part 1
Penny walked to the bed, turning herself to sit on the edge of the bed whilst recollected what her uncle and aunt
had said to her. To think that she had no relatives on whom she could put her trust, only made her life much
lonely and sad. With her father who had disappeared and her mother who had died, there was no one in her life
anymore. Damien, who had been looking at Penny since they arrived, found her looking dazed in front of him.
Her eyes not looking at anything in particular but as if she was lost.
Her nose had turned red which made him ask,
“Are you alright?” Damien knew that apart from the relatives she had just met, there was no one else that Penny
could call as relatives. She was alone which made Damien wonder if he should feel sorry or happy about it.
“I will be okay,” said Penny. Taking in a deep breath before releasing it.
“People like them are not worth keeping next to you. A lot of people make the mistake of forgiving, but one
should keep in mind; why the mistake was committed. Was it not thought out before committing something they
were not supposed to do? Which is why we are here now,” he took his coat off, hanging it on the stand.
“It is easier said than done.”
“True,” he nodded his head, “It is that the important things are the most difficult to make decisions on. You draw
the line when it is needed, else they will only misuse you. Though I must say, I didn’t miss that satisfactory look
on your eyes after you saw your uncle’s hand. Did you want me to do something more?” he asked her to which she shook her head.
“I am angry with what they have done.”
‘And I am happy for what they have done’, thought Damien to himself, his eyes observing her every movement,
starting from her mouth that parted and closed, her eyes shifting from the front to her right where he stood, eyes
lashes flickering and the gentle breath she took in to only release it back.
“It might take a little more time to sink in before I go beat them with a used pan,” after Penny uttered those
words, it made Damien chuckle, bringing up his hand as he continued to laugh.
“Oh, well, little mouse. And as delectable you are with a real treat, unfortunately, I cannot have you yet,” Penny’s cheeks turned red due to this.
“You didn’t think that I would buy a slave and not have more than a sip from her now, did you?” Damien tipped
his chin, his dark red eyes curiously looking at the way she failed to gather a quick response to his sudden attack.
Before she could say anything he said, “Go, ask Falcon to get me a cup of blood tea. Actually, make it two.”
Penny remembered what Damien had said earlier about how himself, on how using his ability needed him to
replenish back the blood to his body.
“Go on, quick. This master of yours will be sitting right here, waiting for you,” Damien went to sit next to her and
she stood up. He waved his hand for her to start moving with his eyes closed as if he were tired of the quick
journey they had. Hearing the footsteps fade away from the room to go outside, he finally opened his eyes with an expression of seriousness in it.
As much as Damien Quinn was considered to be an eccentric man who did things on his own terms in the
public’s eyes, he was a man who knew the depth of the emotions when it came to humans, as well as vampires.
People in the council usually strayed clear of the man due to his shrewd eyes, blunt words that he didn’t hold
back and also for his lineage.
There were a few humans who were ignorant when it came to knowing about the difference between the
vampires and the pureblooded vampires. And very few knew about the existence of the generation but they were
usually the higher class humans in the society who often came across the pureblooded vampires.
There were a few things Damien could tolerate, things that didn’t matter to him directly, but when someone
made a point to hurt, damage and soil things or people whom he cared for, he would take his own time to destroy them.
He had seen Penny long ago when he had accompanied one of the elite women of the society to the theater
when his eyes had fallen on the green-eyed girl. There was nothing green about her in the play though. Her part
had been not much but it was enough to have him mesmerized. Her movements were elegant, her speech clear
and her voice that seemed to have been calling him in his unconscious state. The next week he had come to look
at her did he notice that she wasn’t there on the stage. Upon inquiry, he found out that she had stopped coming without a single word to the theater people.
No one knew where she came from as the address she had told she came from was wrong. She had lied about it
which made him wonder what mystery the girl with the cloak had, as she had hidden details regarding her. If it
weren’t for the people in the theater who had worked with her, Damien was sure he would have believed the girl was a phantom from his figment dreams.
But Damien didn’t believe in the concept of love at first sight. It was something the humans used and they were
quite ridiculous in his eyes. At least most of them were. Humans spent their time chasing the other to only
disappoint or be disappointed with the meager concept. But, there was always a but, one could have exceptions
when it came to opinions, thought Damien to himself.
That exception came when he found Penelope with her hands bound in the black market.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 112 – Cindrella slave- Part 2
Penny walked down the stairs, receiving blatant stares from every passing maid and servant as she made her way
in search of Falcon, the butler. Damien’s orders had been very specific, asking for whatever, this blood tea, is to
be made by the butler. It was the first time she was hearing about something like this. Blood tea.
‘How strange’ thought Penny to herself.
As she searched for the butler, the maids only continued to stare at her as if it was the first time they were seeing
her here. It took Penny some time to realize why she was receiving the odd looks from people as she passed in the mansion.
She wasn’t wearing the usual potato sacked dress but a dress that was usually worn by the ladies of this mansion
or women who were free and weren’t servants or maids. With her hair done prettily, Penny undoubtedly looked
as if she were part of another family. That she was never a girl of the low society.
The maids who had been standing there watching her walk past them as they had paused their work to ogle at her, one of the maids said,
“Slave of Master Damien,” the maid next to her completed the sentence. There was envy in both their eyes as
they stared at her and the way she was dressed which appeared to sweep across the floor, “Even maids don’t get
such privilege to wear clothes like that.”
The first maid nodded her head, “Why do you think the master has dolled her up like this? Is he probably making her go see another man?”
“Why would you say that?” whispered the second maid in curiosity. With Penny who had disappeared the wall, the young girl turned to face the other maid.
The first maid looked left and right, making sure no one “Haven’t you heard about it? It isn’t uncommon for
masters to trade their slaves. It happens in all the high families though it is never spoken out in the open. She
might be one of them,” said the girl chuckling, her eyes laughing as the envy in her eyes dissipated at the thought of what was going to happen to the slave girl.
“She had the nerve to speak that day in the kitchen to us. She still doesn’t know what she’s up to,” said the other maid before they continued with their work.
What the maids didn’t know was right behind the wall someone stood sipping their tea in the hand.
Falcon was in the kitchen getting the food prepared for the day when he saw the lady appear through the
doorless room of the kitchen. The mere sight of the colorful dress, the butler’s first thought was that it was Lady
Grace who had come with another compliant as Lady Maggie was much taller. But when his eyes fell on the
person’s face, his eyes slightly widened at the appearance of his master’s slave girl before composing back his face.
The girl had her blonde hair tied up elegantly, her dress to the point where she looked nothing short to a lady.
No wonder his master spent five thousand gold coins just to buy her. From a slave girl, his master had turned the
girl into a beautiful girl where one had to stop what they were doing. Though he did wonder how Master Damien
knew where the diamond was, maybe the man did have a keen eye, like many other things.
“Master Damien asked for blood tea,” said the girl.
Penny had never felt this out of space as much as she did right now. As much as wearing the sacked potato dress
had made her feel transparent where no one spared a glance at her. Right now she was making every single head turn in the kitchen.
Had they never seen a female wear a dress? Or was it too shocking for them to digest that a person below them
was wearing better attire than they did? Not knowing which one it was, Penny stood not too far from Falcon,
seeing him pour milk while also pouring blood which had only been heated to thin the liquid. Mixing it together
one after another alternatively, the contents were poured into a fresh teacup before it was handed to Penny.
As Penny started to walk back from the kitchen, her feet touched the marble floor as she had removed the boots
she had previously worn. As took another corridor she ended up meeting Grace and her mother Fleurance who had only got ready to go out somewhere.
Penny hoped they didn’t notice her as they stood away on the other side of the stairs, the stairs that led to
Damien’s room. The mother-daughter duo were engrossed in their own conversation but that didn’t mean they were blind.
Grace’s mother was the first one to catch sight of Penny dolled up. The woman said, “What days have come that I
have to see this. To have a slave dress up like one of us. At this rate, I feel your brother Damien is going to put
our family name to shame,” though the words were told to Grace, the older vampiress’ eyes looked down at Penny.
“He must have lost his mind,” Grace responded back, “Hideous creature. I feel like my eyes will bleed if I keep looking at her,” the younger vampire made the nerve in Penny’s forehead pop.
‘Maybe it should bleed and then it can be added in this blood tea,’ thought Penny to herself. But on second
thought, master Damien would not drink it but throw it away if he knew it was Grace’s blood. Penny didn’t know
what was the issue with Damien giving her clothes to wear and found the women here to be overdramatic.
Maybe if she did go visit the theater and they were short of people, she could recommend these two. Especially Grace.
Penny did the best she could by bowing her head at the two ladies than start an unnecessary fire as God only
knew how she was going to live here. Previously her plan had been to run away from here, therefore, it didn’t
matter before but with her being a witch, being next to Damien’s was the safest.
Grace stopped her to ask, “What do you have in there?” the vampiress didn’t bother to look at the cup but stared at Penny.
Penny wasn’t stupid to not know that the vampiress could smell what was in her hand across the room. Even she could smell the strange smell of blood that wafted at her nose.
“It is blood tea.”
“Must be for Damien,” Grace gave Penny a smile which she made her feel wary about this little sister who
appeared no less to a madwoman who had lost her mind. Grace then said, “Drink it.”
What? thought Penny in her mind, “But this is- blood,” Penny had to remind the vampiress who only continued to smile.
“I know you. Haven’t you heard about the recent cases that took place with the slaves and servants poisoning the
food of their master and mistress? Who knows if you are trying to kill Damien, after all with the way he behaves.”
This little spoilt head pot, cursed Penny in her mind. This had nothing to do with Damien. All Grace wanted was
to make a human drink blood tea and Penny was in no way going to drink it.
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Penny stared down at her hand where she held the white porcelain teacup, the red liquid looking somewhere
pink after it was mixed with milk with repeated stirring of the spoon. She was sure she wasn’t going to drink it
but so was Grace who stood to wait for Penny to drink it.
“We don’t have all day. Drink it quick girl. It isn’t something you haven’t seen,” said the older vampire. If Penny
was allowed to glare she would have done it already and if given more privilege she would have made the
vampiress drink the blood. Then she remembered the time when Grace had twisted her arm painfully. Thinking
about it, she wondered how she was going to get through this.
She doubted any human ever willingly tried drinking blood unless their mouth bled. Less having blood mixed
with milk made her stomach twist. As much as she didn’t mind that vampires drank blood to survive, Penny
wasn’t into drinking any blood. If Grace thought she would drink it, then she was so wrong.
“Master Damien said to bring the blood tea to him right after preparation. My apologies but I need to take it to him right away,” said Penny placing her feet the other way to only have Grace step forward.
“Where do you think you are going Cinderella? Or more precisely the cinderella who is still a slave.”
To hell, do you want to join? Penny bit back the words that tried to slip out of her mouth. She had to keep her
mouth sealed just to make sure she didn’t blurt out anything that would put her in jeopardy, “I said take a sip
from it. The last thing I want is a traitor who has tried invading into my home.”
Was there a way to say no? Was it alright to yell for Damien’s help? Clearly if one were to see from the point of
view of an outsider, the vampiress had a point in looking after her brother, where she didn’t want any ill harm to
be caused. After all, Penny was a slave who could take revenge on Damien for he was a vampire while her life was
trapped with no pinch of freedom.
“What are you hesitating for?” asked the older vampiress, Grace’s mother who gave Penny a suspicious look now. Penny stood under the two sharp gaze of the vampiress.
“It seems that you haven’t understood what pain feels like the last time I twisted your arm. Let me pull it off your
shoulder so that you get some clarity on how to obey the mistress of this house without question,” Grace took a
step forward, her hand ready to grab Penny when Maggie who had been passing by spoke in surprise,
“What is with all the hustle?”
Penny looked at Maggie with hope where the eldest Quinn child smiled at Penny before her eyes fell on her
younger sister, “This slave girl poisoned the drink,” declared Grace, her eyes looking at her accusingly and she
had to shake her head. Penny bowed her head and said, “I haven’t meddled with the blood tea that is for master
Damien. I would never do such a thing.”
“Why won’t you take a sip to prove it wrong? Your hesitation is proof enough that you have done something during the preparation.”
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“It wasn’t me but the butler who prepared it,” Penny tried to put some facts in front of this spoilt vampiress but the girl was hell-bent on making her drink.
“So what if the butler prepared it. You were the one who brought it, who knows what you did in that gap.”
Maggie interrupted their talk, stepping closer to them where she herself held a teacup, her lips red as if she were
enjoying her own cup of blood tea which had been prepared a while ago, “Why do you suspect the slave, sister?”
“Why shouldn’t we?” Grace responded back with the same vigor. Crossing her arms across her chest she stared at
Penny with scrutinizing gaze, “Did you look at her,” the young vampiress stared at the dress Penny wore right now.
“You look much better than Grace, Penny,” complimented Maggie which was enough for Grace’s face to fall. Her
mother frowned hearing this, looking at Maggie with a distaste, “It is one of my older dresses that I used to wear a few years ago.”
Fleurance sent out glare to her stepdaughter, “What do you mean by better than Grace, Maggie? Are you trying
to say that this lowly slave is above your own sister? I don’t know what your mother taught but you need to know
the slaves are always beneath us.”
Maggie smiled, a sweet smile that looked harmless, “Of course, I know that. My mother taught us well about the
slaves, servants and the higher-ups. But can you deny that the slave right here looks prettier than my sweet sister?”
“A slave is a slave. No matter how you see it. And if you aren’t interested in your brother’s best interest I request
you to step out of my way while I continue to be the dutiful sister,” said Grace before going back to the topic, “Drink or I can make you drink myself.”
Penny stepped up to speak for herself, stating the fact, “Humans don’t consume blood, Lady Grace.”
“Says you and there is a first time for everything. So take a sip now. You are not only wasting mine but everyone else’s.”
“Little mouse,” came Damien to stand at the start of the stairs above them. Penny whose shoulders had been stiff
earlier relaxed slightly. Walking down like a king who owned the mansion and the rest being meager servants
which included his family, he said, “I sit there waiting in the room for my blood tea to find you here chatting
leisurely with the women of this house.”
“Lady Grace wanted me to drink the blood tea which was made for you,” Penny spoke with her eyes looking
below Damien’s neck where he had unbuttoned his shirt while avoiding to look straight in his eyes while also
stalling the other gazes in the room which was right next to her.
Damien who stared at Penny for good seconds shifted his eyes to look at Grace who stood behind Penny. He tilted his head to ask her with a simple question of, “Why?”
Grace knew she had limited time before Damien came searching for his little slave. He often kept a close eye on
his belongings which only made the younger vampiress itch to break and tear them apart. Though until now she
hadn’t found the opportunity she had hoped to break the girl the way she wanted. The girl was an eyesore,
especially the way she looked right now with her older sister Maggie’s clothes and her hair made. There was a
certain way that the slave looked at her which made her want to tear her limbs one after another.
It was as if Damien had dolled this girl just to mock her and the women in this house. To make it worse even
Maggie believed that this girl was much better looking than her!
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“I believe she has poisoned it. The girl you bought as a slave wants to kill you,” answered Grace with a serious face while looking Damien straight in the eye.
For some time no one spoke anything and they were surrounded by silence until Damien started chuckling as if
enjoying a private joke. The maids who were even thinking of passing across the hallways had decided to not intrude and step into the awkward atmosphere which was created in there.
Maggie didn’t look surprised and instead looked at her brother and her sister, her eyes darting to hear her brother say, “Were you the one who asked her to poison me?”
“What? Why would I even do that?” asked Grace, “You are my brother.”
“Grace is right, Damien,” Grace’s mother supported her daughter, “Grace would never do something so low. Both
Maggie and you should know it by now that how much she adores you both. Yet you look down at her with every passing wakeful time of yours.”
“Apologies, mother. I was only joking. I see that you are going somewhere?” he asked the older woman. Fleurance’s narrowed eyes didn’t reduce but nonetheless she answered,
“I have been called the vampiress’ meet. We will be holding the Winter’s ball in Wovile this time so we need to prepare the guest lists with the invitation.”
“How lovely. Is Grace going along?” asked Damien. Before Fleaurance could reply to it, Grace interrupted,
“I am not. I have my hair to do. Who is the maid who got this slave’s hair done? Send her to my room, I will be
sure to get a better one before someone mocks us to say that the slaves and servants are dressed better than the
rest,” Grace let out hmph sound at the end. Her mother gave a look as previously Grace had decided to come along with her but now had suddenly changed her mind.
“It wasn’t a maid, I got a person to do it. A little girl like yourself couldn’t afford it,” one corner of his lips pulled up.
“Ha!” scoffed Grace with an unbelievable look on her face, “I have enough money to buy the person.”
“I would like to see that.”
Ignoring it, the woman said, “I will be leaving,” she was already running late earlier and she didn’t want to be
more late than she was right now. Giving all of them a look, she took her to leave by turning around and heading out of the house where the carriage had been waiting there for half an hour.
With the lady gone, Maggie said, “Well, I have been drinking this tea for far too long. I should take it back to the
kitchen,” she smiled before taking her own leave from the place as she wasn’t involved in the conversation.
Damien asked his younger sister, “What was this poisoning you were speaking off?”
“You think she hasn’t? She refuses to drink what is there in the cup when I suspected,” answered Grace.
“I am sure if she wanted to poison me she would have several other occasions for it. Little mouse, who made the blood tea?” Damien looked at Penny for an answer.
Damien hummed in response, his lips twisting and his eyes taking a glance at the teacup that looked beautiful in
color. It was the same color as what he had been drinking since he had hired Falcon to be the mansion’s butler.
“I did my job of warning you. The rest lies in your hand.”
“Such a dotting sister I have been blessed with who cherishes and worries about me. I am sure I must be the envy
of many sisters and brothers,” Damien’s eyes twinkled with his sarcastic remarks which Grace caught on immediately.
“Are you being sarcastic, brother Damien?” Grace sent a quiet glare that went unaffected on Damien.
“I am?” asked Damien with a shocked expression that switched to a dull one, “Stop bothering this one and find
another hobby, Grace. If you are so bored clean the mansion for a change. It might help you relieve your
boredom,” suggested Damien, to take the teacup from Penny’s hand and take a sniff at it.
“I am not a servant here,” Grave gritted her teeth to what Damien just suggested.
“That what you say but who knows, you secretly envy a girl as you say is lower than you. What days have come,”
he whistled to annoy his younger sister further, “Unlike you, I have other things to do than nitpick on people for
needless things. The next thing I know you will say the wall is plotting to throw a lizard in your food. Shoo.”
This set Grace off and her eyes flared in anger. Her hands clenched together, forming into fists. Penny didn’t
know what happened but in there mere seconds that flashed through her eyes, Grace’s hand had gone to reach Damien’s hand taking the cup.
By the looks of it, it seemed that the young spoilt lady had wanted to do something with the contents of the cup
but her fingers slipped for everything to fall right on her dress. Oh dear, thought Penny to herself. The vampiress front was covered in pink color which wafted of the blood.
“My, all you had to ask and I would have helped you,” finding the butler who was passing by quickly, Damien stopped him, “Falcon.”
The butler stopped with a slight grimace wondering if his master was going to throw him under the carriage like many other times, “Yes, master Damien?”
“Do we have more blood tea in the kitchen?”
“Not at the moment, but I can get it ready in ten minutes,” upon the butler’s answer where he found Lady Grace
with a teacup in her hand and the blood liquid on her dress, Damien said,
“Please make some more cups while sending one to my room. The rest you can give it to Lady Grace who has decided to bathe herself in it.”
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Back in the room, Damien sipped the blood tea which Falcon had got to the room. Down with one cup, he drank another cup while Penny looked at him in silence.
Damien hadn’t let go of the cup. It was like a moth who stuck on to the wall without letting it go as he continued
to drink taking his own time but not quickly as he did with the first cup. “Did Grace and you have a spat last week
that she keeps picking on you?” he asked licking the remnants of the blood on his lips with his tongue.
“I haven’t done anything to offend her, master Damien,” Penny answered wondering if it was for the sole reason
of her being Damien’s slave that Grace had decided to target her every time she was found alone.
“It must be because of me then,” he smiled which wasn’t assuring for Penny at all, “She loves the family too much
to let her nosey self keep out of others business. What would you have done if I didn’t arrive down today? Ready
to gulp some good old thick blood of a dead person?” Damien played with the edge of the empty teacup which
was next to him. Running his finger round and round in a slow-motion, delicately.
“I hoped you did,” actually Penny had prayed hoping for him to be there to remove her from the sticky spot.
“Hope is good to hold on to, but the question was what you would have done if I didn’t come. Obviously you
haven’t forgotten the twist on your arm that took place a few days ago,” Penny didn’t need reminding on that
one. Though the memory of the sharp pain that had taken place that night which was now fading, she knew how
much her arm had stretched thanks to Grace, “Were you planning to drink it?”
“That would be the worst-case scenario.”
“What was the last second worst-case scenario?”
The second last? There was only one there and as much as she thought that maybe she could get through it, she
wondered now if she really could, “Tell me,” she heard him coax her as if already aware of the stupid ideas that
her mind came up with.
“Would letting it spill ‘by mistake’ be too much?” Penny asked him, waiting for him to reply back to her second
last option of not having to drink the blood tea.
“Well with the way Grace handled the teacup I am sure anyone can spill the tea but I should say all of this could
have been avoided with one single solution.”
There was a solution to all these? “What solution?” asked Penny.
“The mark which I can leave on you which will keep me aware of what is going on at any point in time. I can
sense your emotions much more freely. Fear, panic, hate and many other emotions can be picked from afar. What
do you say? Ah ah,” he raised his hand before she could refuse, “Don’t jump so quickly to conclusions. Think
about it carefully. The next time there’s someone bothering you, all I need to do is tap on your current emotions.”
“Is that equal to breaching the mind?” Master Damien already had a hold of her life when it came to freedom.
Though when she thought deeper about it, there were only advantages of being next to him than surviving by herself.
“Everything has it’s pro’s and con’s, Penelope. You cannot expect everything to be pure. Even water catches dust
particles on its surface over time,” Damien stood up from his chair, uncuffing his cufflinks and folding the sleeves
up to his elbows, “It is going to be good for you than for me. I gain nothing from it,” he smiled, his eyes twinkling
looking at her.
But Penny knew somewhere that was not all to it. This mark, a vampire could put any mark as they wished.
“Allow me to help you, Penelope. If you only doubt you are only causing yourself more harm,” seeing the
reluctance evident in Penny’s eyes as she tried to come up with the right conclusion Damien then said, “Don’t cry
that I didn’t advise and warn you,” he turned, heading towards the closet when she said,
“Wait,” A smile came to form on Damien’s lips which Penny couldn’t see as his back faced her right now. It was a
scheming smile which only his shadows had seen at rare times. Schooling his features, he turned to face her.
“Did you decide?”
“This mark, what other things does it do? Can you explain it to me?” She asked him to make sure to know what
she was getting herself into.
“Hmm. Apart from your emotions and your presence on where you are which I have no need for as I will still be
able to find you. That is all it is when it comes to the mark I will place on you. The bond between you and me.”
The way Damien smiled at her right now, a secretive smile that didn’t exactly breakthrough his lips but there was
certain secrecy as he looked at her which made her wonder how much she could trust this man. Trust was broken
in ways that she questioned if it was possible to trust a person again but at the same time, the alter self couldn’t
stop to ask if the man had broken his word until now.
“It will bind you to me,” he said, his eyes turning gradually cold and serious.
“Bind me as in your slave forever?” she asked him. Penelope knew with her being under Damien’s shelter now,
there wasn’t going to much difference where she would have to continue serving him. At the same thought, she
asked him with doubt, “Master Damien, will I not be allowed to have a family of my own?”
Damien let out a hearty laugh, “Of course, you can. It would be rude of me to deny you a family. With your
relatives who turned to be filthy creatures, I am sure you don’t mean them,” receiving no response from her and
taking it as a yes, he said, “You can take me as your family. I am your master and you are my pet. It is the best
family one can expect to have.”
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Was Master Damien being serious? Did this mean she would never have her won family and she would grow old
as a lady and she would still be serving this pureblooded vampire while he will still be looking at a young handsome man?!
“No,” she frowned for him to give her a questionable look.
“Don’t worry, if you feel it’s a small family. We can add Baxtor too. There, better?” of course it wasn’t! Adding his pet wolf to it didn’t make it feel better.
“Master Damien, are you being serious?” she tried to make sure that this wasn’t another time of him teasing and pulling her leg for his own amus.e.m.e.nt.
Damien walked towards her, raising his hand for her to close her eyes immediately, “I am not going to hurt you,
not the way you think I will,” he spoke to her softly, taking a step closer where Penny instead of having her eyes
closed opened her eyes to see her own reflection in his eyes, “I was only going to do this,” he pulled the pin which had been sticking out.
“Master Damien, I will grow old,” Penny said when Damien started to play around with the pin and her hair, “I will grow old and will wither away.”
“Don’t worry. I will make sure that you will last longer than you think. I won’t let you die in the meager years of
the humans. You aren’t a human anymore but a white witch and do you know and understand the powers of
what a white witch can do?” Penny didn’t know but she could hardly try to imagine what that could be with
Damien standing close to her again. Sharing the same breathing space which made Penny’s heart hitch up and down.
Damien was well versed in the art of muddling with a person’s thoughts just by his talent in speech. She could
guess that many women had fallen for his charms where he used it to his own advantage.
Gulping softly, she asked him, “They live as long as the vampires?”
“Sometimes longer,” how was that possible? Weren’t the vampires who held the gift of immortality while the
others died and passed away from this world? “Don’t look so shocked. Do the pins hurt? I can remove it if you
want,” Damien had leaned forward to her right, his lips falling next to her ear as he continued to fix the pins which had loosened themselves.
“It is fine. I will take it out myself,” she said taking on sep back but with Damien’s both hands around her head, there was no escaping his hands or the man himself who had trapped her.
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“Don’t be shy, little mouse,” saying this, he started to unpin her hair which he had done it himself. White witches
are powerful creatures with the amount of knowledge they collect in their lifetime. Every white witch starts their
lives in the same way, and there’s no much difference to their kinds when it comes to being powerful because all
of it boils down to the point of what they have learned over the years and what they have which the others don’t.
Do you follow?” he paused to see her bright red face making him grin suddenly, “Why do you look red? Caught a
fever?” he asked, bringing his hand back around, he placed it flat on her forehead.
“I am fine, Master Damien. I-I will take out the rest of the pins,” she said with her hair half tied up while the other half let down.
“Rubbish. Let me remove the rest of it. We need to mark you too. Sit on the bed.”
“What?” Penny asked wide-eyed with his sudden order.
Damien sighed, “I am not going to hurt you, Penelope. But if you keep doubting me, I will make your doubts come true.”
Don’t look at me as if I am not being nice,” his eyes stared down at her. After Damien had pulled all the pins
while letting her hair down freely, she felt the little pinch of pain that had formed due to the way the hairs had
been facing and had been tied. Damien weaved through her hair without permission, running his fingers across
them over and over again until it looked tamed.
“I know a black witch who is good at potions and is quite knowledgable when it comes to the white witches.”
“Are you allowed to befriend a black witch? What if she betrays you?” she questioned him. All this while she had
nothing good about the black witches and to hear Damien say it wouldn’t be a white witch but a black witch who
were notorious in nature, she wondered what she would be learning. Throwing frogs in the cauldron? Hair of a human?
“You need to remember, not everyone is what people say and appear to be. Flocking every one together will turn
you narrow-minded and will make you miss a lot of things when it comes to learning. Every creature is not bad,
there are some rare exceptions. A black witch can be good and a white witch can turn bad. It is sometimes the
circ.u.mstances and the level of survival instincts while the rest fall into things we aren’t aware of. A lion doesn’t
hunt a deer for joy but for its meal. A deer doesn’t pull ou the grass from the ground to pass its time.”
“Why do so many of them hate the black witches then? Why ban them all and drive them away from that they are not allowed to co-exist like the others?”
“Just because I told there’s exception doesn’t mean I support them, silly. I keep people who I think are of great
value, resources are to be used and not to be wasted. There aren’t many good things and people in this world
but if you find some then keep it. There is hope for the change,” he said before pushing the hair that was resting
on her shoulders and near her neck, “Lie down your back on the bed,” his hand pushed her shoulder and Penny laid down…
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 117 – Marking- Part 3
Her heart thundering in her chest as if she was his meal and she wasn’t going to live through the pain. He asked her, “What’s got you so scared?”
“It’s going to hurt,” thinking about the time of his fangs cutting through her skin only spiked her fear.
“Do you know, Penny. Even pain can turn to pleasure,” he said as he leaned close to her, placing one hand of his next to her head.
“The person must be a true masochist to think pain is a pleasure,” voiced Penny her opinion out of nervousness.
Damien hummed, looking at how nervous her pulse grew under him with her eyes that started to dilate, “If you
haven’t experienced it, you haven’t experienced anything at all,” in her case she hadn’t experienced anything at
all. The lack of communication when it came to the opposite s.e.x in terms of relationship and intimacy was nill,
“Don’t be so tense. I have bit you once. Another time shouldn’t be much difficult. You will get used to it and it
would be a lie if I said I haven’t been hoping to take another taste of you,” his whisper was enough to stiffen her. She was the opposite of being relaxed now.
He ran his finger across her pale looking neck, every touching raising the goosebumps on her skin which only
thrilled the vampire, “How would you like me to bite you, little mouse?” Penny blushed furiously at the question
he posed in front of her. What sort of question was that?! This pureblooded vampire was shameless but did he
think she was shameless as well? “Your resistance will only excite me further to bite into you.”
“Master Damien, you are being strange,” she complained. Maybe getting the bond wasn’t a good idea.
“I thought I was always strange.” He was being stranger than the normal times. He looked into her jade green
eyes, that looked at him. Her cheeks had turned red and he didn’t have to know that his words affected her. It
only made his mind claw to do more things that would embarrass her, “You have such a dirty mind. I wanted to
know how you wanted me to bite you and here you are thinking naughty. Who knew the little mouse had a
fantasy,” Damien hummed making it worse for the girl who laid beneath him.
Unable to keep her gaze on him, she turned her head to look away.
Penny knew that speaking back to him was what he loved as it gave him the opportunity to dig and make this more embarrassing for her.
“I thought there is only one way to bite,” she said not meeting his eyes.
“Sure… what I meant was if you wanted me to be gentle?” the last word fell as a whisper. She could feel readying
himself as one of his hands went down her neck, raising it so that he could bite into it without any hindrance,
“Painful with the pleasure or gentle?” he asked her.
It felt nothing less to a trick question. What if the door which was supposed to be gentle was not actually going
to be gentle? thought Penny to herself. With a person like Damien Quinn, there was no telling what was waiting
on the other side of his mind.
“Anything you feel might be less painful,” answered Penny. She closed her eyes feeling his breath on her warm skin.
“You know,” Damien spoke right above her skin making her shiver, “Have you noticed that this is the second time
you are giving me the option to choose when I ask you to choose something.”
Penelope anticipated the bite which didn’t come right away. She wondered why Damien was elongating the
torture of the pain as she wanted to get over with it quickly. His breath made her shiver, his lips blew air on her
skin as if only wanting to tease her. When he placed his mouth on her neck, Penny closed her eyes automatically.
His lips were soft on her neck.
For several seconds he didn’t move until his fangs finally sunk into her neck making her flinch and tighten her
hands into a ball of fists. The deeper he sank his teeth the more she tried not to think about it but it was hard not
to with the pain that was excruciating and bursting from her neck. Licking the blood that had oozed out, Damien
pulled back to look at Penny who had shut her eyes close tightly.
“Is it over?”
“Yes,” he pulled back to sit straight, giving her a hand and helping her to sit upon the bed, “How do you feel?”
“Normal?” she asked not sure if that was how she was supposed to feel.
Damien placed his hand on top of her head, “Normal is good,” and he stood up, walking to his closet and picking
out clothes that didn’t look like house clothes but as if he were going somewhere.
That was it? Thought Penny to herself. With all the hype talk Penny was anticipating something more which made
her think what was she hoping? With her own self-realization, she shook her head internally.
“Are you going out somewhere?” she asked him curiously.
“Yes. I have been invited somewhere by the,” he dropped his voice to say, “By the secret society,” he joked before
a smile cracked on his face, “Your presence won’t be required there, therefore, I shall leave you in the capable
hands of my elder sister, Maggie. I spoke to her about some things two days ago.”
“What is it about?”
“A little more education for you. She was dying to school someone and be a governess but our family standards
don’t allow the women of this house to teach someone who is lower than them. But don’t worry, Maggie will be
an excellent teacher. All you need is the basics. Once you have picked up a decent knowledge, I will take you to
“Is she the black witch?” Damien nodded his head.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 118 – Deserved heirloom- Part 1
Weeks passed by in the fours lands, which included the Bonlake as it barely changed its weather conditions. With
the winter approaching, the atmosphere had turned colder than the previous days, leaving a lot of them to
collect as many woods as they could so that it could be burnt in the houses during the time of night.
Like many times that had come to pass, Penelope sat at the desk. With two candles that were placed at the edge
of the desk while the other candles tried to light the candle in the room, she sat in right now. It was late at night.
The clock of the hands moving closer to eleven. She could hear every tick of the second that filled up the room.
“Did you finish it, Penny?” asked Maggie who had been standing out in the balcony of her room since the time of the assignment was handed down to Penny.
“Yes, Lady Maggie,” Penny responded back looking down at the parchment sheet she had finished answering.
The woman appeared inside with her dress that was made of chiffon flew in the wind facing towards the room.
Lady Maggie had been helping Penny with basic language use of Bonelake and Woville as they consisted of
similar heritages. Damien had not given any solid information on why he was making Penny take classes, which
his sister Maggie wasn’t aware of. It was a simple reason if one knew that Penelope was a white witch. Though
not many knew but both black and white witches had descended down to the lands from the north where
Woville was situated. They had a different dialect in writing when it came to writing it and not everyone was fluent with it.
Maggie being the oldest child had the opportunity to learn something which even Grace hadn’t found as the
governor was killed upon learning that she was a white witch by her own biological mother.
Penny was able to read the theatrical script easily as she had gone through it several times whilst asking her
fellow actors on what each word meant. But it were only some of those which was exposed to during her time in the theater.
Lady Maggie who was going through the parchment which Penny had written her answers on hummed, not
showing any disapproval nor an approval on if she had gotten the answers right, “There are some errors but we’ll
work on it tomorrow,” said the vampiress dropping the paperback on the desk while moving away so that Penny could stand up.
“Thank you for today’s class, Lady Maggie,” Penny bowed her head to show her appreciation.
“You are welcome. I have never tutored anyone that makes it that much interesting to have myself teach you
what I have learned. At least there’s another way to kill time now,” the lady added in the end, “You know a little
thing already which made it easier. It is rather late. You should be heading back before Damien comes to knock on the door.”
Penny doubted that Damien was back home. For an odd reason since the time he had marked her with the bond
which she still had no clue of if it was the master-slave bond, she could feel him in the house sometimes after he
returned back. It made her question what kind of mark this was. Did the bond work both ways? Maybe once he returned back she should try testing it out.
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“Thank you for taking the time to teach me,” Penny thanked her again where the lady only smiled in return. As she headed towards the door, she heard Lady Maggie ask suddenly out of the blue,
“How have things between my brother and you going?”
It was a question she hadn’t expected. Lady Maggie usually didn’t poke at anyone’s business but with the person
whom she was concerned was her brother here. Not to forget the locket that this slave girl wore which was the
very family heirloom that her once deceased mother wore while she was still alive, she couldn’t help but be curious about it.
“It is okay,” Penny caught the lady looking at the pendant that now rested on her chest.
“I see. We will go through today’s paper tomorrow in the afternoon.”
The answer was a curt one which suddenly turned the already dark room a little more gloomy and awkward. And
she then sensed him. Damien had reached the mansion. Taking her leave from the room after wishing the lady a
night, she walked towards Damien’s room. She knocked at the door and opened to find him not in his room.
“How was your study with Maggie?” she heard the voice right behind her making her snap her body to see
Damien standing there with his hair that looked ruffled due to the wind.
Stepping inside the room, Penny closed the door on his action before he went and laid straight on the bed.
Lately, he had been leaving the mansion early in the morning to return back late in the night. It seemed like the council and the lands had been busy.
“Welcome back to the mansion, Master Damien,” Penny looked at him to see him with his eyes closed as if he
were tired. She was about to ask him why he was travelling in the carriage when he could have only apparate
until she remembered the amount of blood he needed. Last time after his two glasses, the man had gone to
order four more glasses of blood tea that was before going to the party he was invited to, “Who was work?”
“Annoying,” he answered before opening his eyes to look up at his own reflection, “There have been more deaths in one of the village.”
“The whole of it,” the whole of it? “There are a group of witches who have been targeting entire villages. Using
them as energy source to do something the council is yet to figure out on. They killed every single one person in there. It is called a massacre.”
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 119 – Deserved heirloom- Part 2
Penny’s hand had gone cold hearing that an entire village was wiped out by the black witches. Where they that
powerful? “What do the witches gain out of death? Resources can be consumed and extracted in other forms.”
“True, but there’s nothing that can replace life force especially when it is a large one which is purer in forms.”
“Pardon me, master Damien, but is it only the humans?”
“Unfortunately, yes. Humans are easy to fool. Do you remember the body you saw down in the council?” he
asked her to see her nod, “A few years ago some of the witches were caught so that they could be brought to the
council where the council would hold it’s court of meeting accordingly on what would be done to those witches. Sadly, they escaped.”
“Are they the ones causing the trouble?” asked Penny.
“Just one of them. The other black witches were killed but one escaped and now she is bent on creating ruckus
all across the four lands- Valeria, Bonelake, Mytheweald and Woville. There are some symbols that were marked around the land.”
“A witch’s markings?”
“Yes. A black or a white witch is no God or Goddess. No one has ever reached that point and if there was anyone
it was Lord Alexander’s mother, Isabelle Genevieve,” Penny looked slightly taken aback with this news. Lord
Alexander’s mother was a witch? “She was a kind woman who was killed by the hate and wrath of humans. If she
were still alive, getting you answers and help would be easy with respect to who your father was but with her gone, your best bet is Bathasheeba.”
As the night passed with Damien who hadn’t moved from his previous position as he continued to lie down on
the bed without bothering to remove his shoes that dangled in the air a few distances away from the bed, Penny
walked around to remove the shoes that he wore. Removing one after another, she removed the socks that he wore.
Once she was done with that, she stood up to see him looking up at the mirror. She wondered what he was
thinking about. It was very rare to catch him looking so in thought with his normal behavior. With Penny only
heard about what was happening in the outside world, she could do nothing but imagine it.
“Hmm?” his eyes shifted to move from the mirror to look at Penny.
“Did you have your dinner?” She asked him to see him smile.
“I grabbed dinner on my way. It was a warm and juicy dinner. Did you eat?”
“I see. How are your classes going on with Maggie?” the thought about her sister went back to the questions the
vampiress had asked her before she left the room. Damien who was a shrewd man sensed and asked Penny,
“What happened? Did she do something?”
“Ah no,” Penny spoke hurriedly to make it even more suspicious, “Could I ask you something, Master Damien?
The pendant that I am wearing… why didn’t you give it to Lady Maggie?” Because in truth, the pendant and the
chain belonged to Maggie as she was the late lady’s daughter while Penny was only a slave.
Damien who had stayed on the bed pushed himself up. He looked at the fireplace that was crackling with the
woods and fire dancing around it, “In our pureblooded world, partners cannot live without each other. And when
one dies, no matter if there was a bond or not, it affects the other. When my mother passed away, my father
decided to throw away every single of the last object in this house that reminded him of his deceased beloved
wife. My sister didn’t bother to fight for it but I did and got it up in the attic. If you can’t fight for something, then
you don’t deserve to be around to touch, see or even remember it. Maggie knows it well that she will only find
the words of mockery if she is to wear the family heirloom which belonged to mother and knowing her she
wouldn’t be able to wear handle it. It appears that you have something to say,” his red eyes looked dark yet gold
due to the fire burning in the front.
Penny was aware that Damien wouldn’ like what she would say as it wasn’t her place but he had given her the
freedom to speak if not for her life to leave, “You are very harsh on her. She was young. Children take time to get
attached while some find it easy to detach to cope with the pain.”
“Maybe,” he folded his legs in such a way so that he could place his hands on his knees while leaning his body
forward, “Would you throw something that was precious to your mother?”
Penny understood where he came from and also his feelings. Given the opportunity, she would have saved every
single little item that belonged to her mother but the circ.u.mstances had been hard on her where she didn’t
have that privilege. Sadly, in her case, she had to give away and sell them all.
“Maggie is smart to not ask about why you are wearing. The maximum one can do is stare at it but not touch it,”
Damien smirked looking at Penny, “By the way…” he said gaining her whole attention, “I sent out a letter to
Alexander a week ago to see if he finds anything about your father. He’s good at finding things, I tried looking
into it in the black market but there was nothing I could find and my time is limited due to the council work I am
Penny nodded her head, her chest feeling a little relaxed, “Thank you for it,” Damien didn’t have to do it but she
was somewhere happy that he had put in a word to the Lord of Valeria to search her father who had disappeared
a few years ago.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 120 – Fall- Part 1
In the early hours of the noon where the clouds hovered up in the sky without letting an inch of the sun rays to
pass through and touch the lands of the Bonelake, crows settled in the nearest trees of the forest. Cawing to each
other but the birds around the forest had reduced for some reason compared to the previous year. One would
tell that the reason was because of the Winter which was approaching quickly which made many birds migrate
from one land to another. But the question was if that was really the reason or if there was something else that was yet to be discovered.
With Lady Maggie who had to go out today as she had been invited to a tea party, Penny sat in
Damien’s room working on the sheets which she was assigned to. Though right now instead of working on the
book which was given to her, Penny practiced her handwriting to make it appear less shabby and more on the
elegant side of the scale. Dipping the quill in the ink, she pulled it up to let the tip of the quill glide across the sheet of the clean parchment.
The second time she did, a large drop of ink fell on the parchment to create blue round water like a drop that
had splashed. Placing the quill down, she took the parchment of paper, tilting it so that the ink could fall back
into the bottle but by the time it could leave the parchment has absorbed the liquid into it. Penny folded the
paper ready to keep it aside as she was trying to write a letter to her deceased mother so that she could place it in her cemetery.
After finishing the letter to her mother she looked at the sky which was less dark than the previous day but
nothing better. With the days passing by so quickly now where her mind was being occupied with the studies
where Lady Maggie was guiding her, she hadn’t taken time to stop and think about what to do.
‘Stay in the room. Falcon will come to give you food and water. If there’s something ask him.’ Those had been the
words of Master Damien before he left the room to head to work.
For a few days now, Penny and Damien’s dynamics had improved. Knowing her current predicament where she
was a white witch she had decided to stay here in Quinn’s mansion. She didn’t know if it was also because
Damien had stopped making her do strange things or if the strange things and quirky attitude of Damien had grown on her.
Picking up the ink bottle in her hand, she stared at the transparent glass making the blue ink inside it look dark.
Remembering the time when the black witch’s potion had turned from one color to another, she wondered if it was possible to do it to this ink bottle.
Bringing to bottle closer to her she stared at it. Seconds passing by one after another to form a minute and more
until she finally placed down the bottle. She wondered how that had happened. There was the glass that
separated her hand from the liquid yet the glass had formed as a direct medium to convert the liquid from
something harmful to a harmless liquid.
Raising her hand up to look at it, she stared at her open arms as to what she needed to do the same changes.
Getting up from her seat, she raised her hand, stretching it before walking towards the open balcony where the
curtains flew due to the breeze of the sea. Stepping out she was greeted by the air, her hair flying furiously
thanks to the wind. Tucking some pieces of her hair behind her ear, she looked ahead of her at the vast water
body that stretches endlessly right now. It made her ponder what was there on the other side of this water. Did
life exist or did it continue with just the water?
As if for a few minutes, the clouds moved that were in front of the sun, letting the sun rays shimmer on the water
before it disappeared back again. Penny then looked down, her hands holding the edge of the railings. The water
constantly touched the walls at the bottom of the mansion. She leaned a little more forward to look down when
she caught sight of the two windows which came one after another. Up until now, she hadn’t noticed it but she
had always thought there was only the ground floor and then the floor where Damien’s room where the roof came after that.
Penny had been able to escape the fate of the slave establishment. She had escaped the clutches of being
spotted by the one man who had been looking for her but sometimes luck wasn’t always in favor.
While she was leaning forward looking at the mansion and the water, she had failed to hear the sound of
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someone calling her or talking to her. With her hand which had loosened on the railings and her feet that had
raised itself to have a better look, someone from behind had pushed her.
Penny in panic didn’t realize what happened but she did realize that she had slipped and missed her footing.
Enough for her to feel the rushing wind as she fell down right into the cold water with a loud splash sound.
Due to the force, she fell into the water, her body submerged into it bubbles forming around her body leaving a
trail of whiteness in there before she was lifted back up in the air while mostly in the water. Her hands flailed as
she tried to keep herself above the water. Penny took a large amount of air into her mouth but with the air came
the water entering her mouth and making her cough as she tried to keep herself afloat in the water she was surrounded in.