Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 21 – Cold sweat
She had been staring at the marble floor, the smooth white letting the light that came from the chandelier shine
like glittering gold when two slices of bread were brought in front of her face. Just the smell of the butter wafting
across her nose had her mouth water at the sight of it. Her stomach grumbled and she licked her lips.
Lifting her head up, she saw Damien who was speaking to his father while his hand hung in the air. Taking the
opportunity, she took hold of it and quickly started to eat it. In a span of seconds, the two loaves of bread had
disappeared into her stomach. As she licked the breadcrumbs off the tips of her fingers, she felt as if someone was watching her.
At first, she thought it was Damien but the man was busy eating his own meal and drinking something red which
Penny guessed it to be blood. The thought of him consuming blood made her stomach flip and twist. She had
never been in the company of vampires before less pureblooded vampires to see them drink blood. With the
continued gaze, Penny finally looked ahead of her to see not one but two pair of eyes staring down at her. One
with absolute disgust while the elder woman’s lips were set in a thin line of annoyance.
“Ah, it’s making my eyes hurt by merely looking at her. Did you even see how she ate? There are crumbs all over
the floor,” complained Grace to her mother without keeping her voice down.
As soon as Penny’s eyes had narrowed, in the same haste, it had turned back to normal when she realized the
two women noticing her change in expression which came out rude. Rude because none of the slaves ever had
the nerve to look back at their owners or any higher-ups until now.
“What are you looking at?” Grace questioned Penny, one of her thin eyebrows raising up in question while trying
to show who was the lowly creature in the room which was Penny.
If the people in the room could hear her thoughts, by now Penny would have been hung outside like a dry cloth
under the sun to dry until death struck her but fortunately none of them could.
“Stop ordering my pet, Grace. If you want to order someone go buy one yourself,” Damien had finished the
blood tea, leaving it in a clattering sound on the table which broke the women’s gaze from Penny to him.
“Why?” questioned Grace, “We are family, shouldn’t we share the things together.”
“Grace is right,” Penny heard the mother agree to what her daughter just said and before the woman could say
anything more, Damien let out a tired sigh.
His stepmother hadn’t finished speaking yet he had stood up from his seat. Handing another loaf of bread to her,
he spoke, “I found her. I paid for her and I was the one who brought her here. Now if you see closely, everything
here indicates I, me and myself. Grace, did you forget. Your elder brother doesn’t share buy your own toys to play
and stay far from mine,” Damien smiled looking at Grace who wasn’t happy with what she heard from him.
Now that Penny had been fed, she came to notice the tense atmosphere making her wonder if she was the
reason for it. She didn’t know why something felt off. It seemed that Quinn’s had three children but their
relationship didn’t seem like the normal family. Not that she was someone who knew what came under normal
the terms of family relationship but she sure did feel something to be off here.
But then, he leaned over to his older sister, dropping in a kiss on her cheek and then instructed Penny, “Follow
me,” Penny bent her head before following Damien. Seeing him walk through the hall and towards the entrance
of the mansion, she asked him,
“Where are we going?”
“To hell. Are you going to try running away?” he asked without looking at her.
“Do you ever reply to anything straightforwardly?”
“Aren’t we with a lot of questions. Got brave suddenly after having the bread?” his lips twisted when she went
quiet suddenly, “I should cut down your food,” Penny wasn’t sure if he was joking or being serious.
Before they could step out of the mansion, a maid who stood at the door had come to help Damien wear his
overcoat. Penny had been looking at the door that had been carved intricately taking away her attention where
she failed to notice the maid’s shaky hands as she helped the master with his coat.
Damien’s sharp eyes only glared down at the maid, he stepped out along with Penny who had no shoes to
protect her feet. Remembering the way both the nail and the thorn had made it’s way to the bottom of her feet.
She hadn’t completely recovered from her health, the dizziness still lingering in her body yet this heartless
vampire was making her go somewhere without telling her where. Penny knew if she were to complain, the
blame would only come to fall upon her for running away from him.
Seeing Damien step out of the mansion, a servant soon got the carriage ready to stand in front of the doors
where Damien stood and Penny who stood behind him.
Having not told where they were headed, Penny didn’t ask again as for one thing she had come to realize this
man had the habit to answer in his own way without giving out the reply that was asked for. The journey was a
short one which took less than ten minutes before the carriage was pulled over.
Penny followed Damien’s footsteps right behind him as he approached the door. He didn’t have to knock as the
door opened right away. It wasn’t any butler or a maid who opened it but a young woman, a vampire who
looked happy to have Damien standing in front of her doorstep.
“Mr. Quinn!” she sang his name, her eyes merely falling on Penny by a glance to look at Damien but it again
darted to Penny. A frown of dislike forming on her forehead where her mood turned sour, “Who is this?” she
“This is my slave, Penny. Penny, greet Ursula Young,” Damien smiled. Penny only bowed her head but the girl still
didn’t look pleased. The vampiress named Ursula scanned Penny from head to toe which felt similar to the time
when she was in the slave establishment.
“When did you buy her?” Ursula continued with her questions.
“Two days ago,” he answered, inviting himself in. Ursula who had her attention on Penny snapped her gaze back to Damien, ignoring the slave for now.
“Would you like to have something to eat? Jannet prepared wonderful breakfast,” Ursula clapped her hand.
Penny noticed the obvious affections of the girl directed towards Damien while he ignored with a bored
expression on his face.
“Hmm, I ate. Here. This is for you,” he fished for something inside his coat to pull out a familiar-looking dress
which was none other than the one Penny had been asked to wear before asking it to be removed. Her eyes
slightly widened at the sight of it. Damien had told it was for someone but never had she guessed that she would
have to witness the ire of the girl for what she had done. She had pulled out the strings from the dress.
An invisible cold sweat broke on her forehead and she wondered if it was too soon to be running for her life or if
it was late. Her face was expressionless but the same couldn’t be told for her heart.
“This is the one that we saw! The beautiful dress!” she exclaimed taking it from him and letting the dress flow so
that she could take a look at it. While the vampiress was admiring the beautiful dress, Penny prayed, hoping she
wouldn’t notice the tear in the dress.
Damien gave Ursula a half lopsided grin which told that he knew she would like it. That didn’t mean he didn’t
hear the human’s heartbeat spike up under the excited words of the vampiress.
“Let me go try it on to show you how it looks on me. Nolan!” she called a man who appeared to be in his middle-
age. He was a human, his back hunched and his head constantly down, “Take Mr. Quinn to the drawing-room and
get him refreshments,” she ordered before hurrying herself away from them to put on the dress.
Penny continued to stand next to the wall without leaning her back as Damien sat on the luxurious chair
comfortably. She didn’t have the mind to complain right now as every now and then her eyes darted to the door
to see if the lady had arrived.
After minutes had passed, the vampiress finally stepped into the room to show the dress to Damien which Penny
had worn previously, “Such good designs. I love it, Mr. Quinn. To think that you bought the exact piece which was
sold out by the merchant,” she praised him while twirling round and round to let the bottom of the dress open
like a flowing umbrella.
“There is absolutely nothing that I cannot get my hands on. It suits you well, Ms. Young,” Damien complimented
her with a sweet smile which made the vampiress’ heart melt.
While the two vampires were complimenting the dress, Penny looked closely at the dress to see where exactly
had she torn. By the looks of it, everything seemed intact.
Just as she was about to let out a sigh of relief, she heard a light sound of something tear. It didn’t take her time
to know where the sound came from as the dress the lady wore started to tear from the top to the back,
exposing her skin from behind.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 22 – Promised punishment
The lady who wore the dress looked utterly embarrassed at the harsh tear of the dress she wore. Her hands
quickly touched her shoulder to feel her skin. Penny could feel sweat beginning to form from the worry for what
she had done. Her intentions had not been to insult whoever wore the dress but with her body still recovering
from the fever where Damien had played her by making her wear to only remove it, she had not thought it
To spite him at that time, she had pulled out the strings with her nails, turning a little patch of the dress loose.
She realized how childish she had been for doing something that could cost her neck right now. With her heart
beginning to beat again, her hands turned clammy. Very discreetly she wiped the palms of her hand on the dress she wore.
“I must execute the man for bringing me such low-quality dress,” Damien said walking towards Lady Ursula, “Sincere apologies for the dress.”
“Please don’t be,” Lady Ursula’s cheeks had turned red. Penny wasn’t sure if it was because of embarrassment or
anger. Maybe it was both, thought Penny and as the thought crossed Damien threw a glance at her to which she
shuddered further. Oh, no. He knew she had something to do with it, didn’t he? “I will close his shop. How dare
he provide you with something so low!”
“Don’t bother yourself with that. I will be sure to handle the matter personally ,” his words pressed on the word
personally which further added the fret to Penny’s nerves.
“Please excuse me, Mr. Quinn while I go change back my clothes,” Lady Ursula held her hand on her shoulder.
Secretly, Lady Ursula had hoped that Damien would offer his coat to hide the little mishap that took place but he
didn’t make a move the coat. Damien didn’t bother to nod and saw the lady leave the room.
Penny felt awful for doing something so rude. By the few words she saw Damien and her exchange, Lady Ursula
was pompous and smitten by Damien Quinn which she didn’t know what was so appealing except for his
handsome face. The man had flippant mood which shifted left and right like a tail’s whiplash. While Penny was
looking at the woman leave the room who was closely followed by the maid who had entered the room
previously, she failed to notice the man walk towards until he stood in front of her.
She took a couple of steps away from him until she was cornered between the two walls, “Nowhere to run
anymore,” Damien smiled at her making her gulp. The smile on his face fell down like water being thrown at the
fire, “Tell me, little mouse, did you have anything to do with the dress?” his red eyes staring at her jade green eyes.
When he placed a hand on the wall, she heard the light thud which made her back go straighter than ever while
she leaned, “Why would you think that, Master Damien?” Penny asked him, her words turning to be innocent like
she was being accused of something she knew nothing of.
“Don’t try to pull that face on me,” she heard Damien warn her.
“The one that you would for the theater,” Penny’s eyes widened at the revelation, “I know you used to work in the
theater, Penny. Don’t test my patience and be a good mouse when I ask you questions,” out of the whole world
Penny would have not guessed for him to know about her little work which even her uncle and aunt didn’t know
of. As both she and her mother used to leave in another village, her relatives had no clue about it which had died
down as a secret once she had left the village and moved to her relative’s house after her mother’s death.
“How do you know about it?” she asked him, the innocence being replaced by a wisdom which she had come to
acquire with age.
A smile formed upon Damien’s lips, “How do you think I know?” he questioned her question in return bringing a
small frown on her forehead. Was it the slave establishment? No, they couldn’t know, she said to herself to look
back at him.
Damien had found out about it before even he had acquired Penny as his slave from the slave market, “Your
heart has been very very noisy since I pulled out the dress for Lady Ursula. How rude of you to be damaging my
goods when I clearly said it was for someone else. Surely, you didn’t think I was deaf to not hear what you were
doing behind the curtains of the bathroom,” pureblooded vampires had a better hearing when it came to
humans, prevailing even the average vampires but no one could have heard what Penny had done. Damien only
made her believe that he had heard what she had done whilst making her admit to the trouble she had caused,
“And so the little mouse was trapped under the claws and paws of the wolf. What should we do with you now?”
“Spare me,” she whispered when she noticed the evil glint in his eyes that started swirl in those dark red eyes of his.
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in the process, “I can’t do that. My pet clearly has not been disciplined. If
I let you this time, who knows what else you will do taking my lenience as an advantage and you know I am not
kind,” he tilted his head before stepping away from her, “I will make you reflect for it once we get back home. I
hope you look forward to the through discipline,” his smile was wide, his eyes crinkling at the ends but Penny
didn’t get the happy vibe from him. Rather it felt like the devil was going to suck the living soul out of her today.
The maid who had accompanied Lady Ursula returned to see Penny who looked petrified. When she looked at
Mr. Quinn the man gave out a very pleasing smile that melted her human heart. Her miss had really scored a man
of good fortune. Mr. Quinn was not only a handsome man but he came from authentically old vampires who had
tons of money and lands with powers. But what these powers were, the servants or even some of the elites had no clue of.
“Mr. Quinn, Lady Ursula will be with you soon. Would you like to drink something in the meantime?” asked the
maid trying to be as polite as possible. He must have melted her heart but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how
to serve him with absolute respect. He was, after all, a pureblooded vampire.
“If I asked you your blood, will you give it to me until the last drop?” Damien’s tone was casual which at first
made the maid think that the man was only joking. It was only after a few seconds had passed with him waiting
for her reply did she realize that the man was serious.
Penny had been beating herself up over the thought of what she had done while also thinking if it was possible
to push the man from the carriage on their way back home so that she could make a run from there. Her head
snapped from the trance-like talk she was having in her head to hear Damien’s words.
“Mr. Quinn, you want to drink my blood?” asked the maid to make sure, her body slowly quivering under his dark
“Yes. I am sure that is what I told unless you are refusing me after asking me for a drink,” surely the maid wasn’t
talking about him drinking from her! Penny bit her lip worried. One moment he appeared calm and normal, the
other moment it was as if he had flipped the coin. She wondered if it was safe to interrupt their conversation but
Penny wasn’t an idiot. She was far from it, she nodded her head before whining to herself. If she wasn’t the dress
wouldn’t have torn and nor would this maid be subjected to be Damien’s food.
Penny had no intention to be replaced as the food right now, but Damien had just finished his meal at Quinn’s
mansion. Was he going to drink the maid’s blood until the last drop? She doubted his words as well as intention
right now. It wasn’t the time for her to be wondering but she wondered it anyways if the man could grow fat if it
was possible for pureblooded vampires to grow with excessive blood being drunk. She shook her head at her
ridiculous thought to see the maid trembling from where she stood.
She wanted to assure the maid in the room that he wouldn’t be drinking her blood, at least not until the last drop
but she was a slave who had no right to interfere when her master was talking.
The maid tried to shift the conversation of him drinking her blood. She laughed softly, a pleasant laugh that
sounded young, “Mr. Quinn surely wouldn’t want to drink from a lowly servant as me.”
“Don’t worry, girl. I don’t discriminate my food and drink from where it comes. A meal is a meal that needs to
satisfy my stomach,” he patted his stomach.
At the same time, Lady Ursula came through the doors wearing a new dress instead of the one she had worn
before changing herself to the torn dress. Finding her maid standing with her head bowed and Mr. Quinn looking
at her, the Lady looked at them confused. The atmosphere seemed stranger than when she had left with
“Is everything alright?” she asked to no one in particular but when her eyes shifted to look at Damien, a smile
came to form on her lips as if she wasn’t upset for the mishap with the dress.
“Your maid refuses to give me the drink I asked for,” Damien chuckled, his lips twisting with mirth, tearing his
gaze from the maid who was petite in the figure.
Lady Ursula frowned, furious on her maid for refusing something to the man she had been aiming to be her
husband. Without asking what or why she walked to where the maid stood. The maid seeing the dress of her lady
appear in her vision as she had bowed her head looked up. In time, the sound of the slap echoed through the
walls of the room.
“How dare you not obey the guest and be impudent?” asked Lady Ursula. The maid held her cheek with her hand
in further fear, “Don’t you know who he is or have you forgotten your job here? Who are you to refuse him?”
Lady Ursula kicked the girl such that the maid fell down on the ground.
Penny’s eyebrows furrowed deep at the unpleasant sight. Just when she took a step forward, she heard Damien
“Don’t,” and Penny didn’t take another step forward. Her head turned to look at him and saw his eyes taunting
her to not dare cross the order he had given out to her now.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 23 – Stirring minds
Lady Ursula after throwing some more insults finally spoke to Damien, “What would you like help with, Mr.
Quinn? Please don’t take the maid’s words into consideration, the servants sometimes don’t know what they are
speaking and who they are speaking to.
At first, Penny had felt sorry for the unknown embarrassment. As much as she wanted to get back to Damien, she
hadn’t realized what the person wearing the dress would feel but now, thought Penny to herself. She didn’t
regret it even for a second. Damien might punish her going back but the lady deserved it. But Penny was angry
on Damien too for putting the maid under the dire words of her mistress.
“I have to say, I agree. People who don’t belong to the same level do not understand the consequences of their actions,” Damien nodded his head.
“What drink were you expecting, Mr. Quinn? I will get it personally from my kitchen,” and as Lady Ursula said it to
Damien, turning her body completely to look at the vampire, Penny held her breath on what Damien’s response
was going to be.
“I asked for her blood,” Damien answered directly without a hiccup in his voice. It was a simple question that
received a simple answer which was complicated. Lady Ursula’s face slightly fell.
“I can see where the maid gets her traits from,” Damien didn’t bother to keep his opinion to himself and instead
called Lady Ursula to be dimwitted as her maid was who she had slapped and kicked.
“Of course, you can take her blood, please by all means drink as much as you want,” Lady Ursula stepped aside to
have the maid back in view.
Damien looked at the maid who was on the ground, her head down looking ashamed. His eyes then went to
move back to look at the Lady again, staring at her, “I have lost interest in her blood. I will have to search for the
next best option. I am sure you don’t mind doing the honor, do you, milady?”
Lady Ursula was rather happy to hear the request. If it were Damien drinking her blood, she had been more than
willing to offer him her blood. She had no fear unlike the maid as she hadn’t heard his entire words. The lady
didn’t like that Mr Quinn was going to drink from a peasant when she was here to offer her blood.
Many vampires and pureblooded vampires had their own preferences like a human would when it came to the
types of food they would like to consume. It turned out that the night creatures who belonged to the high-class
society often visited or invited the other humans who belonged to the elite like them so that they could drink
fresh blood which was taken to be purer than the ones they got from the servants. Some of the vampires often
turned their blood bank to life partners which made some of the humans hope and wish that they would be
asked to get their blood sucked by one of them.
Penny watched the lady walk towards Damien proudly before putting her hand on his which he had extended,
“Thank you for the meal,” he murmured for the lady to let out a laugh.
“You haven’t even bitten into me yet,” she fluttered her eyelashes at him for him to smile back at her.
“I fear we might not have time for it,” Lady Ursula was blown away by his touch and voice that his words didn’t
get into her small brain well.
All along, Penny stood watching Damien dip down as his fangs for the very first time came out for him to bite
into Lady Ursula’s neck. The sight was more than daunting for her as she had never lived out in the vampire
world. The land she lived in was filled with a majority of vampires being populated but she had been living in one
of the villages where vampires didn’t attack the humans as it was concentrated widely with humans. All this time,
she had only heard about the night creatures drinking blood from the humans but this was the first time for her
to see a vampire sucking the blood out.
Damien held the lady intimately with one of his hands wrapped around her waist while the other held her neck.
As he drank the blood from the woman in his arms, his eyes were closed, the room quiet with not a single sound
that came from anyone or the world outside. Damien’s eyes were closed as he sucked Lady Ursula’s blood, the
appearance making it e.r.o.t.i.c due to the position of the mouth. This must have been the only time where she
saw him quiet and tamed.
Penny looked away at first but when she looked back again her nerves had started to jitter again. When Damien
was finally done drinking the blood the woman in his arms turned lax with no consciousness which made her fret
. He had killed another person right in front of her without a second thought.
As if tasting the fine blood in his mouth, he made a smacking sound with his lips. The lady’s blood around his lips
which he ran his tongue around to clean every single drop that had touched around his lips.
“Take her,” he ordered the maid who had stood up from the ground. The maid this time did question and instead
went to hold her lady to have the lady’s weight placed on her thin hands, “We are leaving,” he informed, walking
out of the room without seeing the lady in a better position.
Unable to keep her burning question to herself, she asked, “Did you kill her? Is she dead?” her voice was anxious.
“What do you think of me? A murderer?” Yes, thought Penny. Damien rolled his eyes to narrow his eyes when she
opened her mouth to answer him which she immediately closed, “What?” he barked which made her flinch and
she stopped following him.
“You killed the man at the Inn. The owner,” she pointed.
“It wasn’t intentional and the man was asking for it. To add, I did not kill her. I merely took some blood from her
which led to her unconscious state. She will be up in a few hours,” Damien answered her with a yawn, “So tired
“Why did you kill him?” asked Penny unable to come up with a good reason for a man to be dead.
“It appears that someone forgot that they misbehaved as well as disobeyed their master. Don’t be cheeky. It
won’t take me more than two seconds to snap your head like a carrot,” his threat was effective enough for her to
shut up, “I have a lot of favours to draw out from the loose woman to kill her right now,” he said to see the
carriage to be brought out in front of the mansion so that they could leave.
Damien was the first one to get into the carriage and Penny followed him. It wasn’t that the thought of running
away from here after shutting the carriage door didn’t sound entrancing but she could bet on her bad luck that
she would be caught in less than a minute. Not to forget he had already spoken about punishing her once today
and she had no interest to add more oil to the burning fire.
No, it wouldn’t be adding oil, thought Penny as she got in, it would be her going and sitting on the already
Seeing her quiet, Damien observed the girl who didn’t utter a word, “Why did you go quiet?” he asked her. Penny
gave him a disbelieving look. She was now sure that this man needed the local priests to help. Wasn’t he the one
who threatened her of snapping her head? “Speak,” he ordered as one would at a pet animal that was to obey.
“Master Damien, if you don’t mind could I delve you with a question?” asked Penny. Getting no response except
for his stare, she was about to look away for him to say,
“Is this your first time buying a slave from the black market or the slave establishment?” she asked curiously.
“You’re the first one,” he hummed before turning away his face from her as if he were already bored with her question.
He had turned away from her which was a sign that he didn’t want to talk but he had asked her to speak. Taking
liberty, she asked, “Why?” Damien turned around, getting cosey on the lush carriage seat which was a hundred
times better than the local carriage that was provided for the village and townsfolks who didn’t own their own
carriage to travel across the cities and lands.
Damien looked at her intrigued, “You have beautiful eyes, Penny,” she looked taken aback from his sudden
compliment but also because her name on his lips for some odd reason seemed to call sweetly in her ears. She
looked down as if to gather her thoughts and asked,
“You bought me for that?” she asked him.
“Isn’t that reason a good enough one?” Penny felt him lean a little towards her as he stared into her green eyes.
“There are plenty of girls who have green eyes. There was one before me who was sold to the old man,” Penny reminded him.
“There was one? I must have missed due to my late arrival,” as he said this, Damien only leaned further closer to
her and something stirred deep down in her chest which she dismissed quickly.
Maybe that slave would be easier to tame,” Penny couldn’t help but not look at his full lips which were faint pink
in color. She had to blink away to keep her eyes on the man who got closer to her, “What do you think?”
“W-what do I think, about what?” she scooched closer to the window and away from him. With a smug smile, he
pulled himself back. Crossing his arms he looked outside the window as if he hadn’t left her hanging with a
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 24 – Questioning the question
She made sure to keep a good distance between her and Damien as the carriage rode on the muddy road. Penny
even though so desperately wanted to get back to the life she once had, she didn’t know if she really had a life
there. She couldn’t help but think that of what the woman in the cell had told her.
As much as she wanted to believe that her relatives hadn’t passed her to the slave establishment, in time it
seemed to be the only logical reason she could come up with. The day and the time were too coincidental for it
to fall in place before she was taken away. The question was if she was sold by them, where was she supposed to
go? She had no friends, she did know some of them where she lived but she doubted if any would give her a roof
where she could stay.
She had nowhere to go and the more she thought about it, the more depressed she got, sulking quietly by
herself in the corner that the vampire sitting with her didn’t notice.
Was it to better stay here? No, she said to herself. She didn’t belong in this world and it was as if fate had forcibly
twisted around to push her here. To live as a slave wasn’t definitely what she was looking forward to but there
was something that bothered her since they had left the mansion.
If Damien was going to humor the lady, gift her and drink blood. What was the point of her bringing along with
him? Was he going to drag her everywhere like a toy everywhere he went? Thinking about it, she slumped further
into the seat to hear Damien say,
“What are you doing? Trying to be one with the seat? There are other things you can be one with,” he suggested
being cheeky himself and she pursed her lips. Deciding to be the bigger and mature person here, Penny didn’t let
him delve into his words further as she refused to comment on it, “You are no fun if you’re going to sit this
quietly. What happened to the feisty little mouse?” Damien then did something very unexpected by bringing up
his hand and poking her cheeks with his finger.
“What are you doing?” Penny couldn’t help herself from going to swat his hand which in turn caught her wrist
like it was waiting for it to come near. A grin up his lips as he looked at her.
Damien retrieved his hand to say, “Tell me something about your family.”
“I thought you already knew about it?”
“What gives way?” he asked her. Penny had come to notice the way he questioned her question with his own one.
“The theater,” she replied for him to nod this head. Clutching her hand over the seat, she asked him, “Did you see
me act in the theater, master Damien?” it was another thing that had been bothering her. For him to know
something she hadn’t given out information on was unnerving. It made her think about what else he knew about
“What would say if I said yes?”
“Why do you ask a question after my question?”
“Have you forgotten who is the master here, little mouse?”
“I didn’t,” she said, taking a deep subtle breath and letting out.
“Are you infuriated?” she heard Damien ask, turning her face she saw him offer her a smile. It was a smile mixed
with amus.e.m.e.nt and delight with a hint of mischief. Were all vampires like this? Having not mingled with the
night creatures she didn’t know if the vampires were starkly different compared to the humans which they were.
But then Penny realized something. He hadn’t smiled like this with Lady Ursula. He had been polite but there was
a sort of hostility which she noticed. She didn’t know him well but that didn’t mean she was blind to not notice
his lack of sympathy to the young lady of the mansion when her dress had torn. Thanks to her, she thought dryly
She pursed her lips, not wanting to keep crossing the boundaries as he was unknown territory to step into.
“Don’t sulk, mouse. No, I haven’t seen you act in the theater,” he answered her previous question, “I have a place
to go visit.”
When the carriage did stop, Damien stepped out on the muddy ground which was wet and some patches of
water that covered around the land, “Stay here,” he gave her a pointed look when he saw her back straighten as if
knowing what was going on in that human brain of hers.
Penny did what as he said because as she thought, this wasn’t the time to leave. When the time was right, she
would then leave where he wouldn’t be able to catch her. Until then she would stick to his side and gain enough
When the carriage’s door closed, Penny leaned forward to peep out of the window. She saw Damien’s back as he
walked away from where she was.
A large cemetery stood in the front where the carriage had stopped with large black gates that looked rusty and
old as if it were built centuries ago. The gates continued with walls of medium height, two devils looking like
minions that were built at the top.
She wondered if he had come to visit his mother. What kind of person was she? Though she had concentrated
mostly on her food in the dining room and the coldness below her body from where she had been sitting, she
had noticed the awkward atmosphere between the family members.
It was evident that the mother and daughter duo were rude but Damien was no less when it came to his snarky
replies. His sister and father appeared to be the milder people in the room which included her as she hadn’t
spoken a word though she wished she could.
But Penny wasn’t so stupid to dig her own grave and sit in it. Damien taunted her for replies and she knew when
to stop. Were they even in a master and slave relationship?
After seeing how Lady Ursula handled her maid, Penny couldn’t help but feel a little fortunate that she hadn’t
been subjected so harshly but her punishment was yet to come. Damien had promised her that she would
receive one which she wasn’t looking forward too.
She scolded herself mentally for being impulsive with him. She had been a well-behaved child until now, had the
establishment affected her or was it that this man was bringing out the worst in her? She couldn’t tell and
decided to tighten her lips for now.
When she saw Damien return back from the cemetery, the air around him was different. It was quiet as if
melancholy weighed on his shoulders. But as soon as his eyes met hers, the glint in his eyes was replaced back to
one with malice which made her lean back on the seat of the carriage. Going to the far end to sit.
That day Damien didn’ take her anywhere else again and had instead left her behind in the mansion while he
went out, leaving her alone with his two sisters and his step-mother. But he hadn’t left her out in the open. He
had locked her in a completely different room where she wasn’t allowed to go out nor was anyone allowed to
The room she was in wasn’t small but it wasn’t as big as Damien’s room. With a bed and a bathroom that was
attached to the room, she sat on the bed looking at the wall. The room didn’t have an option of the balcony but
it did have a window which she was thankful for. Looking through the window she caught sight of servants
gardening the garden with types of equipment in their hand.
Since this morning, it hadn’t rained but there was no saying if it or wouldn’t by the looks of the cloud that often
covered the sky like a blanket. It made the room she was in darker. No lantern was placed in here nor was there a
fireplace that could keep one warm in the cold weather of what Bonelake had to offer. Due to the continuous rain
that often washed over the lands, the people there never got to experience much heat on their skin.
Her eyes fell on the statues that decorated the front garden of the mansion. She couldn’t shake off the strange
feeling she felt when she looked at them. She had seen some statue figures that were placed in the heart of the
city where she lived but this was odd to look at. It was people who looked like they were in pain and angst, the
moment caught in the statue which further made her wonder why would one keep something bizarre looking in
Of course, only vampires had such strange tastes, thought Penny to herself.
As more time passed by with the servants who were in the garden had disappeared back into the mansion to
continue their work. The Quinn’s mansion was built in isolation so that no one got in and out easily. But that
wasn’t all. The mansion wasn’t surrounded at least not before the tall gates which were built before the high
bridge that hung up in the air between the mansion and the grassy lands which later came in contact with the
She wondered how long it would take for her to leave this place and people. If she ever continued to stay in this
mansion, her fate would a day in and out be of her sitting in this room alone while waiting for time to pass.
Thankfully, Damien had upheld his deal and had informed his butler to serve her with more than one bowl as she
had a big stomach.
When the door next time opened, Penny had guessed it was the butler but to her surprise, it wasn’t the butler but
Damien’s elder sister Maggie. What was she doing here? Penny stood up from the bed, her head bowing to display respect.
“Good evening, Lady Maggie,” she greeted the lady. Lady Maggie smiled, though the color of her eyes was red
there was some sort of softness in them when she smiled.
“It is still noon,” the lady corrected her. The seconds and minutes had been passing by quite slow and the sky
covered in clouds wasn’t much help to determine what time it was for Penny, “I was looking for you. I went to
Damien’s room to find out he had locked you here.”
“Is there something I could assist you with?” asked Penny, her voice polite than the time when she had spoken to
“Would a company be too much to ask?” asked Damien’s elder sister taking Penny aback. That was the last thing
she would have guessed for the lady to come seek her for. Didn’t lady Maggie get along with her stepsister too?
“Come with me,” she turned around with a smile, leaving the door open while not necessarily leaving a choice for
Penny to stay in here in the room not that she wanted to.
Penny had nothing against this particular vampiress as so far she hadn’t remarked anything rude to anyone in her
presence. Hurriedly walking out, she felt the cloth that she wore move back and forth making her want to itch her
skin desperately. She didn’t walk right next to her but one step back.
Though she was an illiterate human girl, Penny knew or had heard about the elites. Enough to know how to
behave in front of them so that her actions didn’t offend any of them.
Lady Maggie didn’t bother to ask her to come walk next to her. The lady continued to walk in silence, making her
walk and cross corridors that they climbed up the stairs to go up to the attic where the woman finally stopped.
Boxes and trunks were placed up here which seemed to have collected dust as if no one ever came to clean this
place. Next to them were two buckets filled with little water. For a mansion that was spotless and clean, this place
was rather the dustiest.
Lady Maggie picked up two cloths, handing one to Penny to say, “I had a few things that had to be cleaned. Most
of them are busy and I didn’t want to improvise. Don’t worry I will help too,” assured Lady Maggie. Penny didn’t
know why but she felt as if the lady was up to something or maybe it was her overthinking mind that couldn’t trust anyone.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 25 – Elder sister
Penny out of politeness and her current situation shook her head, “Please, allow me to do it,” she wasn’t a maid
but she didn’t mind helping the lady as a token of thanks for getting her out of the room. Before Damien had
locked her in the room, he had given her the so-called ‘rules’ which she was meant to follow.
‘Don’t step out of the room. Don’t eat anything except for what the butler gives you. Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t
touch anything. Don’t think about escaping. You are my slave so the only person you have to listen to is me.’
There were so many don’ts which made her wonder what he would do once he would find out that she had
broken two of them. But then she could always get away with ‘Lady Maggie had asked her which she couldn’t
One of the many things about him she didn’t understand was that he had threatened her in Lady Ursula’s
mansion of how he would punish her once they would return back here. But he hadn’t done anything to her
except for locking her in isolation. If that was his way of punishment then she had nothing to worry about, unless,
she thought to herself. Only if she disregarded the fact of him killing the owner of the Inn.
Had something happened that she wasn’t aware of while she was fast asleep? Even though she had questioned
him about it, he hadn’t answered her. Leaving her hanging as if she didn’t have to know.
“When my mother was alive, she used to make us clean the attic very often that it was one of the cleanest rooms
in the entire mansion,” she heard Lady Maggie speak. By the looks of the attic now, it seemed that it hadn’t been
cleaned for years now, “It looks like you have something to say,” Penny shook her head, a small smile that came
and left immediately on her lips, “It is just that Damien doesn’t allow any of us to come here anymore. To be
more specific, he would rather have the attic collect dust as much as it can without anything being moved,” said
the Lady with a smile before going to one of the trunks that was definitely moved from its place due to the harsh
lines it had created on the wooden floor.
Penny who had only immersed the cloth in the bucket of water looked up from the bucket without looking at the
lady. Why did it feel that the lady was going to get her into trouble?
Penny wondered if she should start counting her time. Getting out of the room seemed to be alright, but this,
when the lady particularly knew that her brother wasn’t okay with anyone touching the objects in here which
hadn’t been moved for all these years, what was going to happen to them? What was going to happen to her?
She hadn’t seen all his expressions until now except for the eccentric odd ones where he often smiled, but that
didn’t mean somewhere the pureblooded vampires scared the very nerves of her.
“What was your name again?” asked Lady Maggie.
“Penelope,” Penny answered her swiftly without a pause. The lady bent down in front of the large trunk to blow
air which let the dust that had settled at the top to move away to cause a cloud of dust.
Not heeding to the lady, her hand hovered over the trunk for a few seconds before she finally wiped the top
which turned the dusty top to a brown wooden. It wasn’t a trunk but a box.
“My mother was a wonderful woman. She loved collecting these odd objects,” said the lady, her eyes coming to
meet Penny which smiled softly. The stark contrast between the two siblings she had met seemed surreal. Here
was Lady Maggie who was of gentle nature, her hands moving around the trunk elegantly. A part of her brown
curly hair had been taken from the sides to be pinned at the back of her head, letting the rest of her hair flow
down on her back, “Often they were items which the humans used but also she picked things in the forest. Like
this one,” the lady had pulled out an item out from the trunk that looked like a twisted stick.
Unable to keep her curiosity to herself as she looked at the piece of stick, she asked, “What is that?”
“Let me show you,” said the lady before taking another stick and rubbing them together before a red light like
fire came out of it. Having never come across something like this before, she couldn’t help but continue to stare
at it, “This isn’t any wood. When father found out about it, he had asked to throw it away. You want to know why?”
Lady Maggie created a sense of intrigue in the atmosphere where she held Penny’s attention, “You won’t find
these sticks growing anywhere around here. And no one dares to grow it because the council has banned any
and every growth of this tree. This little thing here is what is used by the black witches to fly,” Lady Maggie was
kind enough to give it to Penny so that she could take a look at it.
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“I didn’t know that,” admitted Penny before asking, “Have you ever met a black witch?” she asked the lady who
“I have seen them fly occasionally but never have I ever come to meet them directly. I hope I do get to meet
some of the witches soon so that I can twist their neck and burn their bodies. I have heard it is a wonderful
feeling as they scream in pain,” Lady Maggie’s smile looked serene as if she were explaining how the clouds
appeared in the sky. Somewhat right now, Damien and Maggie did resemble each other.
Damien had been outright strange but Lady Maggie who had appeared and seemed sane until now, Penny
wanted to go back to the room. Her master was right, she should have stayed in the room.
“Don’t look scared. I won’t hurt you,” the eldest daughter of the Quinn stated, taking the sticks from her hand
and dropping it in the box before picking up another item from it. How could one stay calm when they spoke
about wringing and enjoying the pain of someone, “The black witches deserve it.”
“Pardon me, milady but aren’t there any exceptions? Not all can be bad. There might be some who-”
“You say it because you haven’t met them,” there was no menace as the lady spoke her mind out freely.
“I have come across the black witches, milady.”
“You have?” Lady Maggie looked at Penny who nodded her head.
“I have. And I have also met one who was innocent and wanted to live a life like any of us here,” Penny pushed
the cloth that had turned brown due to the dust back into the bucket of water. How could she have forgotten
about it when the black witch who had done nothing had only been killed in the middle of the village where she
lived by setting her on fire.
It was the time when Penny had only finished selling the wool that she had her mother had cut from their own
sheep to give it to the merchant who bought from them. It was part of the money that went into running the
house with just her and her mother. Just when she had collected money she had seen the woman who she had
befriended for a month. To see the person set on fire just because she was a black witch, the scene still haunted her in her sleep.
“Wanted? Was she killed?” asked Lady Maggie, her gaze fixed on Penny.
“She was killed by the guard officials of the village,” that was what was right in the eyes of the law and public
men and women. No chance to talk was given to the black witches and Penny pitied them. It wasn’t that she
hadn’t seen the black witches cause a ruckus but there were some she believed who were stuck to stick to dark
because of the way they were born.
“I am sorry to hear it,” Lady Maggie exchanged her concern, “You don’t have to hide from me anything, Penelope.
Feel free to speak,” she voiced with a smile leaving Penny skeptical. It wasn’t about her suggestion about
wringing the witch’s neck that had caught her attention but the way her eyes observed her. It made her feel uncomfortable.
Penny didn’t want to judge the woman as unlike Damien or like the younger sister who had looked at her in
disgust, this Lady had spoken to her politely without trying to offend her by treating her a slave.
It was then Lady Maggie surprised her by saying,
“I don’t know what my brother was thinking when he bought you from the market. I say it because he absolutely hates slaves.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 26 – Woes of vampires
Penny looked up confused, her expression clear on her face where the vampiress caught to smile, “I know. I am as
confused as you. That was my reaction when he said he bought a maid which was you.”
The words confused didn’t even make for the current situation. Why would Damien buy her from the market if he
“Actually hate won’t even cover it. They basically disgust him,” said Maggie, pulling out other little boxes before
finally taking a kaleidoscope which was made of colors. She had seen them in the fairs which were set up yearly
twice or thrice in the local villages, “Have you both met before?” the lady asked when she placed the little tube
on her, turning to light so that she could enjoy the different patterns and colors that burst through the glasses.
“We haven’t,” answered Penny with a shake to her head. If they had she was sure she would have remembered
him. With a personality like his, it was hard to forget.
“Is that so. Not everyone knows that he hates them, it’s just that I am his elder sister that I know,” the vampiress
pulled the kaleidoscope away from her eye. She then suddenly shifted the conversation back, “The number of
things that are in here, it’s like memories that are saved from the past. nostalgic ones,” humming to herself,
Penny saw the lady blow air on the object before she started to observe it with a faint smile on her lips.
Penny wondered if that was the reason why the lady had asked her to accompany her up here in the attic so that
she could find the reason for her brother’s sudden change in attitude towards the maids. Remembering that the
lady had asked her to speak freely, she took a deep breath to heard the vampiress say,
“You don’t have to be scared of me, Penelope. I won’t hurt you, not unless you do something bad to my family,”
Maggie assured Penny with the gentle smile on her lips. Penny’s mind was nowhere to wanting to hurt the lady’s
family. All she wanted was to leave this mansion and go about her life where she could live amongst her own
kind, who were the humans. The vampires scared her, and there was no saying when they would use her as a
source of amus.e.m.e.nt to torture or kill. Having come across many tales, she didn’t want to see the ugly side of
this world which was waiting right outside her door.
Pulling out some courage into her nerves, Penny asked, “Milady, if you don’t mind me asking, why does Master Damien hate slaves?”
“Hmm, I think it was because of what happened to one of his dear friends. One of his vampiress friends once
used to have a slave. He was a pet boy. Barely fifteen I think,” said Maggie, her voice soft on Penny’s ears where
they were surrounded by the silence of the attic, “The boy was loved and cared as her own child. I heard he was
very loved but when the time came…the boy killed his mistress. But there are many other cases which led him to
believe that slaves only try to get close to their master and mistress to free and backstab them.”
“I thought pureblooded vampires are immortals.”
Penny’s words brought a delighted smile on Maggie’s face, “Silly girl if it were so we would have nothing to worry
of,” how odd, thought Penny to herself, for vampires to worry about things and here she had thought their life
was perfect. Maybe there were two sides to the story and sometimes a third one too, “We sure have longer years.
Some of us crossing decades and more but there are times when a vampire, especially a pureblooded vampire
cannot hold on to themselves. Have you heard about heart corruption?” asked the lady.
Pennys shook her head again. As she spent time with the Lady, she came to realize her ignorance about the night
creatures. Right now it was as if she was being given knowledge about them and she gave her keen ear to hear
what Lady Maggie had to say.
“A pureblooded vampire cannot be killed easily because you won’t find the details of the pureblooded vampire
bodies as you have for the witches and humans. There might be basic information but nothing more than that.
Our pureblooded vampires, the ancestors I mean they never wanted to give out the information about us feeling
that it would only lead to our kinds downfall.”
“Isn’t that unfair?” asked Penny, “To know about others but not share the same about them?”
“It is indeed but who wouldn’t want to protect themselves. No offense but humans have been willful and stupid
to not know when and what not to do. Every kind of ours has good and bad people but what I mean to say is the
number of people who would want to sell their own kind is more when it comes to my kind. Do you disagree?”
Penny didn’t say anything about it. The truth was already out there and she had seen it. As much as she didn’t
like what Lady Maggie had to say about the humans, she wasn’t lying about it. After stepping inside the slave’s
establishment and stepping out for the short duration of a week, she had observed that there were more humans
than vampires or half vampires in there to be sold. Even if a vampire abducted the humans, how many cases had
the situation where one’s own relative had sold them away for a bag of coins?
Lady Maggie looked at Penny, her eyes slightly softening wondering if what she spoke had struck something in
the girl, “We were speaking about the vampire’s immortality and corruption. The corruption of the heart is one of
the ways which can lead to a vampire’s death. The process starts slow and is like a disease that cannot be fixed. It
not only evades the person’s body but also minds, which in turn infects others who get bit by the corrupted
“It must be very difficult,” Penny had never heard anything like this. It seemed that humans were really ignorant
who didn’t know about vampires and their sufferings.
“Indeed it is. That’s why we make sure to not trust people we don’t know about.”
“Was the boy caught?” asked Penny, feeling sorry for the woman who had died due to her affection to the human slave.
“No,” Maggie closed the box. Did that mean he was out there freely walking on the lands? “The boy ran away
after causing corruption. There are many ways a heart can be corrupted. Some are caused due to loss of spouse
or family members, some due to the emotions that lead to depression.”
Penny didn’t know for how long they were in the attic with the clouds hovering in the sky, it was hard to tell the
time with no clock on the wall. But time felt to move quickly without a pause.
“Here let me take that,” said Lady Maggie when Penny had finished cleaning the box, “Thank you for your help,
Penelope. It was wonderful talking to you,” the lady thanked her. Penny bowed her head,
“It was nice helping you. Please let me know if you ever need my help again,” said Penny, her eyes drifting to look
at the entrance of the attic hoping Damien wouldn’t come bursting through the doors.
Lady Maggie gave her a nod, walking out of the attic before the butler Falcon came at them with a frantic look on
his face. When he saw Penny with Lady Maggie, he let out a breath of relief.
The butler who had gone back to the room where Master Damien’s slave was to get her some water had
suddenly disappeared leaving the man to sweat profusely at the thought that he hadn’t locked the room well the last time he had visited.
The devil would have striked him into a boiling pot of oil if the girl had tried to run away. Along with the girl, he
would have been subjected to punishment and torture. To see the girl here, he couldn’t tell how relieved he was
“What’s the matter, Falcon?” asked Lady Maggie on sighting the butler of the house who looked slightly out of
“Lady Maggie,” the butler bowed his head in respect, “The girl was missing from her room,” the vampiress gave
him a knowing nod, a smile upon her lips she was gentle as her appearance.
“Don’t worry. She was going to her room. Penelope knows not to disobey her master’s words. She’s a smart one
who wouldn’t run away,” Penny didn’t react to it and kept the beating of her heart as calm as she could. If there
was one thing she had learned from her master, it was that the pureblooded vampires were nosey when it came
to listening to people’s heartbeat.
Going back to her where the door was locked again, Penny went to lay back on her bed. Her eyes closed before it
opened to look up at the empty ceiling. She didn’t know when she started to drift to sleep but when she finally
did, she was woken up with the sound of water droplets hitting the walls which she could hear coming through
the window. The rain was too much that it numbed any other sound.
For now, it felt peaceful. Alone in the room, with nothing to do and no one bothering her, this might have been
the laziest hour of her life, thought Penny to herself.
She wondered where God had placed her right now. In a house full of off vampires, some appeared nice, others
appeared odd but in the end, it seemed like they were all insane. Was there anyone sane in here?
She wondered if she would turn insane in time just like them. It felt as if her world had turned upside down. A few
things that the vampiress spoke of lingered in her mind. The thought of betrayal from her own relatives. She
wanted to know why they had done what they did to her.
Was she not their blood relative?
Getting up from the bed, she placed her hand on the window, feeling the vibrations when suddenly a flash of
lightning struck close to the lands of the mansion. Her eyes closed to hear the sound of rain and thunder which
got louder and louder, shaking the lands and the glasses of the mansion.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 27 – Servants at Quinn’s
Damien who had finished meeting with the magistrate of the two towns away from them traveled back through
his own carriage which was pulled by the four black horses attached to the front of the carriage he was in. The
rain poured down from the heavens which seemed less likely from the heavens but from hell with the force it fell
down on the ground and the roof of the carriage.
The coachman wore the raincoat to cover and protect himself from the oncoming rain, his face wearing
something similar to the glass which avoided the rain from getting into his eyes and hindering his sight.
Damien looked outside the little window of his carriage. His dark red eyes gazed out but he wasn’t looking at
anything in particular. The rain seemed to have reminded him something, one side of his lips pulling up from the
corner of his lips at the thought. Though he had spent many good years of his in Bonelake the rain was
something he had never gotten used to. Maybe it was due to the fact that his family before relocating to
Bonelake used to live in Wovile. A place where there was good amount of sun
But lately, the wind had started to blow in a different direction which had swayed his cold heart to the slightest
movement. Idle in the rain reminded him of a certain girl with jade green eyes who stood with an umbrella in her
hand. A smile on her delicate lips which was the only time he had seen her smile.
Once the carriage passed through the dense green forest, the vehicle was pulled across the bridge making the
carriage slightly shake as the bridge was made of stones where some of them must have come of due to the
continuous rain. He made a mental note to fix it by speaking to his butler so that the bridge wouldn’t collapse
one day. Sure nothing would happen to him but to lose the servants would ]truly be a loss.
The coachman pulled the reins of the horses when they reached the entrance of the mansion. Stepping down to
pull out his glasses, the servant opened the carriage door so that his master could step out of it.
“What do you think about the weather, Rowen?” Damien asked the servant who had his head bowed along with
Hearing his master speak, the servant stood up with his hands folded in the front, “It is cold, master Damien,” he spoke warily.
“Right it is cold,” he nodded wondering if he should torture the man a little for not taking care of his dear horses.
Instead of going inside, Damien Quinn walked to his horses, inspecting them one by one before he rubbed one
of the horses head, “What a lovely boy you are,” the servant had gone back to bowing his head to mean no
disrespect to his master whom he had been working for.
When his master finally left the side of the carriage, walking inside the mansion to be greeted by the butler, the
coachman let out a sigh of relief. If there was one thing he knew about his master, the man didn’t like anyone
talking back at him but it was something to do with every pureblooded vampire. The horses here were one of his
favorites and the last time the man had found a little scratch on them, he had put him in the locker cell where
servants were taken to reflect. It wasn’t far from being called as a prison as it was a cell built in the open forest.
One would have to spend their days out there in the middle of the forest with no roof to protect them from the
harsh rain of Bonelake.
Falcon was quick to take Damien’s coat at the entrance where he was greeted by his younger step-sister Grace.
The girl who was at the age of seventeen wore a pink dress, her hair which was partitioned two make two high
pigtails on either side of her head.
Grace asked sweetly, “Did you finish your work, big brother?” Though Damien didn’t react right away, the butler
internally had raised his eyebrow at the young lady’s tone. Lady Grace being nice and polite didn’t exist. The
young vampiress was spoilt in nature, being the youngest and the only child of the lady, she was pampered and
loved in a way which the lady had misused it.
If it were to be told, out if the three children both Master Damien and Lady Grace were terrible to people. And
maybe if Lady Grace at least took into consideration when there were pureblooded vampires, being partial to
them while right down insulting anyone else who was lower than them. But when it came to Master Damien,
Falcon didn’t know how to put it right. Though he didn’t differentiate the kinds he was the way he was like this with everyone.
“You look like an idiot with that hair. Why not just cut it off and save my eyes from looking at something as ugly
A minute of silence came to prevail in the atmosphere, maids who were walking by didn’t stop or even turn to
look at the vampire siblings in the hall. The servants of Quinn’s household were pretty much rocks and stones
who didn’t react to anything knowing well a reaction could cost them their life. Not that it hadn’t happened
before. Once in a while there would be a servant who would have misstepped on the line but once crossed it was
done and there was no going back.
Grace’s eyes widened but with her mother not around to support her, the lady had to hold her own ground and
she glared at her older step-brother, “I was being nice to you, do you have to be rude?” she asked him, her eyes
narrowed while still being nice to him.
“Falcon, when was the last time Grace was nice?” Damien threw his butler right below the running carriage. The
poor butler didn’t know what to reply and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish unsure of what to do. His
master truly was heartless when it came to using people as sacrificial animals. If there was more light thrown one
could see the light perspiration of sweat that began to acc.u.mulate on the servant’s forehead, “Poor Falcon, even
Grace’s eyes snapped to look at the butler of the house, a glare that was quickly dodged thankfully as he had
bowed his head to avoid the possible eye contact. Being a mere servant of the house, he couldn’t agree or
disagree but in truth, the young vampiress had never been nice.
“What was it now then? All you had to do was respond to how your day was, it isn’t that hard but instead, you
comment on my appearance. Wait until I tell father and mother about it,” she threatened Damien to make him
Tilting his head to a side, he asked, “Do you think I care?” he looked at Grace with an amused smile, enjoying her
getting fl.u.s.tered and angry over his remarks. Good, he thought, if she didn’t he would have died utterly bored
with no amus.e.m.e.nt being provided to him. The only time she was nice was when she needed something from
him and something told him that it had something to do with his pet.
“You will care enough one day that you’ll beg me for your forgiveness for treating me like this!” she said angrily,
her sweet appearance slowly slipping by which he was waiting for.
“I look forward to that day, Grace but I should say, your petty behaviour is laughable. Such a child throwing
tantrum,” he started to walk away leaving her behind. The butler did the best thing he knew and followed his
master but that didn’t stop the lady from talking or tailing behind them.
“Is that so?” there was some sort of smugness in the way Grace asked him, she then said, “Would you tell the
same if I said that Sister Maggie took the slave girl up to the attic?” the little color which the butler had saved
himself in now drained down his face completely turning his face pale and he couldn’t stop but internally curse at
the lady for being petty. Falcon stopped right away with Damien who turned to pause his footsteps and turn to
look at Grace over his shoulder.
“Maggie wouldn’t do it.”
“Why don’t you ask sister Maggie yourself? I am sure she would love to fill you up on it. What shame that you
wouldn’t let me, your own sister in there but to take a slave of slower status. Tch. I will see you at dinner if you
still have an appetite,” Grace smiled, showing her pearly white teeth.
The vampiress turned swiftly on her heels and walked away from them. Now Falcon wished he had been in the
“Falcon,” the servant heard his master call making him fill with dread. Very slowly he turned to look at his Master
who had a grave expression on his face.
“What was Grace talking about?”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 28 – Merciless master
Falcon gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat at his master’s question at him. What was he going to reply?
“Answer quickly, Falcon. Don’t keep me waiting here,” Damien spoke to him intimidatingly. His voice still in an
even tone which had never gone high until now. The few years he came to work for this man in this very mansion
as the butler, Falcon had not once heard this man raise his voice. But maybe if he raised his voice it would be less
dangerous than his smiling his way which made chills run through the bones of her person.
Falcon bowed his deeply hoping his master wouldn’t cut his neck off his body for the simple mistake, “Master
Damien, Lady Maggie had the girl out of the room when I was asked to supervise the kitchen,” as simple as the
matter was, a lot of pureblooded vampires didn’t allow room for mistakes.
He held his breath to hear the young master of the mansion say,
“What?” It wasn’t that Damien hadn’t heard it. He had heard the butler speak quite clearly. The poor butler if
possible took further air into his lungs before letting it go, “How difficult is it for you to carry one single task that
I give? Let me go see the girl,” the butler couldn’t tell how relieved he was when Damien walked up the large
stairs, his long legs covering the area quickly before he came to stand in front of the door.
All he did was play with the doorknob before opening it. He hadn’t placed a lock purposely wanting to see if his
mouse would try to run away, though she didn’t run away he didn’t miss the point that she had disobeyed his
words so blatantly. The girl sure had a nerve testing his patience over and over again.
He had left the door unlocked in a way to test her while also to see if he could add to her existing punishment
which hadn’t been handed down yet. Opening the door, he stepped inside to find the girl who was staring and
looking at something outside the window in the ridiculous dress he had made her wear into. It was good that she
looked terrible right now. The worse, the better it was always.
She was yet to notice him in the room. Walking to stand right behind her, he saw the reflection of her face which
was reflected through the window where the atmosphere outside along with the sky had turned dark.
Penny had been thinking about what Maggie said about the corruption of hearts when her eyes finally fell on the
man and she gasped loudly out of surprise. Spinning on her heel, she faced him. Staring right into Damien
Quinn’s red eyes which stood out the most in his face. His eyes had the fleck of curiosity as if he were trying to
“How was your day, Penelope?” she saw the way his lips moved to speak to her. Her eyes switching to go back
and forth from his eyes and lips before settling completely on his eyes as she caught sight of him catching her own sight.
“It was okay,” she whispered below his overbearing presence as he didn’t give her much space.
He hummed in response, “Look at this,” he said lifting his hand up to touch her hair which made her momentarily
flinch, “Don’t be scared, little mouse. I won’t eat you. Not right now at least,” he said dusting off the little web
which had got stuck on her hair, “Do you remember the instructions I gave you before I left?”
Penny had hoped he wouldn’t have found out but it seemed like someone did inform him about her stepping out
of the room. She wondered if it was the butler who had informed his master as he was the only one who had
caught her and Lady Maggie walking out before she had headed back to the room she was in one now.
“I didn’t go willingly with my own mind. I couldn’t refuse Lady Maggie when she asked me to help her,” Penny
gave him the details before he could drag out the story of what happened torturously slow to his amus.e.m.e.nt.
“What did I ask you and what are you speaking of?” Damien sang before patting the side of her head as one
would with their pet dog or cat, “But now that you have spoken about it I will let you off on this one.”
Internally she frowned where she continued to stare at him. She did nothing wrong and it was true that she
found it rather not pleasant to refuse his sister’s offer who had wanted to take her out of here for some time which she was thankful for.
Wait, she thought to herself. Did he just say ‘this one’? As his words sank in, she saw that smile of his which
tugged on side of his lips as the devil had possessed.
“I cannot look away from what you did to the dress,” she heard him say, “I have a very good memory which is a
blessing and a cursing at the same time. Come, little mouse. It is time to punish you. Follow me,” he turned
himself ready to walk before he looked at her over his shoulder, “Come. The faster it is the better.
Penny didn’t want to follow him but what choice did she have here? The words ‘You reap what you sow’ came to
hit her hard and she told herself to behave and not act out impulsively. But at the same time, it was hard not to
retaliate in response to his actions.
Without a word of defiance, she followed the pureblooded vampire. Walking through the corridors where the
lamps were lit in the time of evening burning bright enough to make the place visible for anyone. She could see
the fire burn and its luminescence spreading warmly on the walls, some which flickered in the air as if it were sizzling.
What? her eyes snapped at Damien who was walking in front of her and had asked her a question which she
“What is with the peasants not answering quickly. Has your brain frozen like the winter?”
Penny didn’t know if she should tell him that she hadn’t heard him speak or the question he had asked her. A
little worried that the punishment would grow, she nodded at him and said, “Yes, master Damien.”
“What a wonderful spirit you have,” stated Damien, glancing at her and then humming something under his tone.
Passing through the rooms and getting down the stairs which had a red carpet laid out on it, Penny followed
Damien with her bare feet. Catching sight of some of the maids who passed her a look pity before going on their
way as if she were a sheep that was going to be beheaded soon. And the more she thought about their
expression, the more worried and anxious did she turn as it seemed like whatever this punishment was, it wasn’t
going to take place inside the mansion but outside as they headed towards the double door of the entrance.
When the carpet stopped, her feet touched the cold marble floor which felt utterly cold beneath her feet to
spread the coldness throughout her body making her shiver. Was he going to make her clean the doors? She
definitely didn’t mind that, thought Penny to herself. She was more than glad to do it, but when they crossed
over the main threshold to walk she was greeted to the chill air which even the jute-like dress that she wore
didn’t prevent it from the weather.
“Now go pluck the weeds out that have grown around the bushes and plants. I need them all pulled out and
cleaned,” she heard Damien instruct her, “You have all night to do it but if I catch you slacking. I will make sure to
worsen the punishment. The more rules you break the more will the level of punishment increase so make sure to
think twice before you do something I extremely dislike. Disobedience will not be tolerated.”
It made her feel that this man was punishing her for also stepping out of the room. Though he had said he wasn’
going to, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t add into her current tab of errors.
Was this what she had agreed to?
It was raining and not to forget dark. How was she supposed to pull out weeds when she couldn’t see the ground that well.
“With your excellent eyesight, it shouldn’t be a problem at all. Go on now,” Damien placed his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to step down the stairs.
“It’s raining,” she pointed out for him to slightly tilt his head to the side.
“I am not blind, Penny. I can see it. Don’t worry, the rain will stop in an hour,” he responded back nonchalantly.
The fever had only left her body and he was planning to have her drenched in the rain again until she would pass
out? This man was cruel and heartless! Gritting her teeth, she stepped down one stair and then another before
she finally touched the concreate ground which wasn’t smooth. Making her way away from the main entrance
and towards the garden where the rain finally started to fall on her. It wasn’t a drop or two but a good amount of
water droplets that felt like someone was throwing on her.
While Penny made her way, the butler Falcon had seen the door to be open. Wondering which idiot of the
servant had opened the doors, he walked towards it to find his master standing there looking at something in the
garden. Curious, he treaded his footsteps carefully. Glancing at the garden his eyes widened to find his master’s slave out there.
What was she doing in this rain? Not having the audacity to question or ask his master, he decided to step back
but Damien had already sensed his presence.
“Where are you going, Falcon?” his master questioned making him stop in his tracks. It made him wonder if there
was anyone at all who had sneaked up on him without his notice until now.
“I was passing by, Master Damien. Apologies for that,” the butler bowed his head.
“Go have Lady Maggie come here. Tell her sweet brother summons her right now,” the butler bowed again,
obliging his master’s words and almost scurrying away from there so that he could get Lady Maggie to save him.
If there was anyone who could speak sense to his master, it was the elder sister but sometimes that failed
epically. Most of the maids and other house servants went to the eldest daughter of Quinn to save their necks
just because she appeared faintly sensible compared to the other members of the family. Working here was
nothing less to walking on an eggs shell where one often worried about doing something and having their throat slit.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 29 – Pulling weeds
Penny stood in the rain, her eyelashes dripping with the water that slid from her wet hair to her forehead and then down to her eyes.
If she wasn’t sure before, she was now that the man who had bought her from the black market was a demon in
disguise. A man who was cold and evil with no heart in his chest. It wasn’t just that it was dark but the rain in the
air around her made it impossible to spot weeds that when Penny had bent down, crouching down on the grass
to pull weeds by mistake she had pulled out the good plants which Damien had already planned to further increase her punishment.
But as Damien had said, the rain did stop making the cold wind blow on her making her shiver in the dress which was not only drenched wet but also heavy to move in as it retained a lot of water.
Now able to see the land much more clearly she looked down at what she had plucked out a grimaced internally.
Kill me, thought Penny to herself. Hiding the good ones, she moved to another patch. If anyone would ask her
she would blame it on the rain. There was nothing to worry, she consoled herself. The garden was well-groomed
so there weren’t many weeds or the unnecessary plants that had grown in here.
Penny didn’t dare to look around to see if Damien was still standing there, who knew if the devil was having his
own fun at the expense of her demise.
Thanks to the rain the soil had considerably loosened which made it easier to pull the weeds out while she was
being careful on the actual plants. The last thing she wanted was Damien picking more faults in what she was
doing. While Penny was working on the task which Damien had given her, Lady Maggie had arrived at the word
of the butler who had come to deliver the news that her brother was asking for her presence at the door of the mansion.
Lady Maggie hadn’t noticed the human who was in the garden and she turned to speak to her brother once she
stepped out of the mansion, “You called for me, Damien?”
“I did,” Damien turned to his right to meet his elder sister’s eyes, a smile on his lips which looked tranquil.
Maggie’s brows furrowed and she wondered what had got her brother in such a good mood. Seeing something
move in the corner of her eyes, her eyes shifted to look at the garden to find the girl there, “What are you making
her do this late in the night?”
“What do you think, sister?” Damien let his sister guess to see the frown on her face deepen.
“She’s wet with water. She’ll catch a cold,” the vampiress took two steps forward when she heard her brother speak behind her.
“Bring her back and she will face the same consequences your dear Sven did.”
Maggie’s feet froze in mid-air and she placed it on the ground, “You wouldn’t,” she turned, facing her brother as
they stared at each other. Thinking about what happened to the servant named Sven, she clutched her hand
tightly into fists.
“Try me. There’s nothing in testing, maybe you wouldn’t be within your boundaries of what to do and not. Go
on,” he taunted his elder sister, his eyes sparkling and his lips holding a smile which was filled with its own
“Show some consideration to the lives, Damien. They are people with feelings.”
“Don’t patronize me, dear sister. Especially you should be the last one to tell it to me,” Damien continued to smile
seeing his sister starting to reflect what she said while also remembering their past together.
“It was an unintentional episode that took place before. You know it well, why won’t you let it go?”
“Why not? Just because you are my sister you want me to let go of the fact that you killed a maid here for your
own anger? Why because the man you loved, his interest was stolen by a servant. How did it feel? To have the
blood on your hands and have the man you love look at you with so much hate that will make you want to kill
yourself,” he continued to taunt her a look of pain crossing over her features before she hid it behind her face.
“Taunt as much as you want brother but you are no less to me,” Lady Maggie’s voice was rigid as she spoke.
“Never claimed to be otherwise,” Damien smiled, his eyes shifting back to look at his pet who shivered there
outside in the garden, “This is just a reminder.”
“You found out about me taking her to the attic. Why are you punishing her on my behalf?” Lady Maggie asked
her brother who was enjoying the look in front of him.
“Obviously I cannot punish you, you are my beloved blood sister. And you might not even react, where is the joy
in that?” It was the truth. Even if Damien inflicted any pain right now, the pain and annoyance caused wouldn’t be
enjoyable where there was a chance of her going to do the same mistake of not listening to him.
“She’s going to fall sick.”
“I will nurse her back to health but don’t forget it is because of you that she suffers right now,” his head slightly
fell back when the cold breeze moved towards them, with his eyes closed he felt the air to open his eyes and look at his sister.
“It is your fault, Maggie. The girl doesn’t know but you know well how much I hate intruders up in the attic which includes you.”
“She wasn’t only your mother but mine,” defended Maggie to hear Damien give out a dry laugh before he stopped to look at her seriously.
“I haven’t forgotten that. But where were you when father was about to throw everything that belonged to her?
Standing there waiting to see it burnt? You were her daughter and you are my sister but there are a few things we
need to draw the line, Sister Maggie. I love you but not enough to share what you couldn’t protect,” said Damien
which Maggie nodded her head.
“Drawing lines and having your own rules are fine but they aren’t for everyone not for your loved ones at least,
Damien. Sometimes we don’t have enough understanding at the point of time. You were more practical than I
ever have been, not giving yourself the emotions one needs,” Lady Maggie gave a glance towards the girl who
was in the garden.
As if they never had the serious conversation going on, Damien said, “Is she planting trees or pulling out weeds
that are taking so much time,” he commented twisting his lips unhappily. The weeds had been a week ago which
meant not many had grown since then. Was his pet testing his patience again?
“It is dark what do you expect?” Lady Maggie stated the obvious for him to roll his eyes.
Damien didn’t bother to continue the conversation with his sister and walked straight to where Penny had crouched in front of a bush.
The sky was heavy with clouds to illuminate any light on the lands of Bonelake but the little light that came from
the lanterns that were hung all around the mansion gave the little light she needed to see what was near her.
Catching sight of the long shadow of the man in front of her, her head snapped to look at Damien who stood
Not able to keep her thought to herself with her head feeling slightly heavy due to the wet clothes and hair, she
blurted out, “You’re going to pull the weed with me?”
“Sure,” the man came to sit next to her which surprised Penny to no end. Her mouth slightly parted when he
came and sat next to her, looking at the plants in front of them. This man was one of a kind, she thought to
herself when he looked at the plants to say, “Do you want to get killed? What’s with pulling good plants,” he
looked to his left with his hands that rested between his legs.
And though he had scolded her, the threat didn’t feel a bit like a threat where she was supposed to be scared.
This man, who was a pureblooded vampire was sitting in her level, talking to her while looking at the same plants
as her. Damien as if noticing that his pet wasn’t listening to him snapped his fingers right in front of her which
brought her back to reality.
Penny who was drenched in the rain felt a shiver run down her spine when she found him staring into her eyes
which had turned dark due to the scarce light. Damien, on the other hand, saw her cheeks that had flushed pink
in color. Her breathing was deep as she inhaled and exhaled. Hair that was completely wet that stuck to her scalp
and some that were errant as they began to dry, looking untamed. They sat so close that Damien didn’t have to
put too much effort in listening to her heartbeat which had was beating in a quiet rhythm which was heard
clearly in the quiet night they were surrounded by crickets.
Penny was already looking towards him and with him who was next to her, she felt as if he started to lean
forward, his face moving bit by bit closer to her and her eyes widened at the close proximity they shared.
Damien caught sight of her lips where her lips pressed against each other before letting them go unconsciously.
Looking like the scared mouse she was, he got even closer, angling his face close to her when she spoke out of
“Hmm?” Damien was still looking at her to hear Penny utter the words,
“You are stamping the plant beneath your feet. That’s not the weed,” she gulped as her heart began to pick its
pulse, leaving her head dizzy where she had to blink several times to get back her consciousness right.
“Says the one who has been pulling out all my good plants. Are you stupid or a plain idiot?” he asked her pulling
himself back, “Utterly useless. Look at these,” he pointed at a plant as if he hadn’t leaned close to her. He pointed
at the little plant which was yellow in color, “This isn’t a decoration plant but something that is going to screw the
other plants that are around it.
Lady Maggie who was standing far away from them couldn’t see anything as to what they were doing except that
they were sitting where she herself was perplexed with her brother. But her brother never left a chance to confuse
a person. Her heart felt heavy to what Damien had to say about the past, leaving her utterly speechless. She was
regretful for what happened and maybe no matter how much she wanted to change there could be nothing
done to rectify it but that didn’t mean the future wasn’t there to avoid something that had occurred in the past.
She knew her brother, after all, she had been around him since he was born, she was his elder sister. The attic was
a special place where her mother’s belongings and their childhood was stored before the previous lady of the
Quinn had passed away. Maggie had been an emotional woman in the past but she had changed her ways but
the same couldn’t say about Damien.
She hoped the girl who was sitting next to him would survive his actions.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 30 – Narcissist
Penny was looking at Damien, his serious words on the plants that were in front of them where the topic shifted
from the weeds to the plants that she had pulled out. There was a certain earnest in his voice when he spoke
about them as if he had planted them himself. Narcissist
This was her punishment but he was sitting next to her though in better condition than her, as her dressed not
only weighed but also made her feel as if she were being frozen in the time of winter. She looked at his muddy
hands which were planting the plant, “Did you get it?” she felt him flick his hand across her forehead, specks of
mud falling on her nose, “Stop daydreaming and staring at me. I know I am handsome.”
Narcissist man, thought Penny to see him narrow his eyes as if he had heard her speak. Could he read her mind,
she gulped when his eyes didn’t leave her face.
“I apologize for the rudeness,” she ducked her head while wanting his hand away from her. It was better to have
him away from her while keeping a good distance which would avoid any further punishments.
“Why does it feel like your apology is not sincere,” he tipped his head. Getting up from his crouched position, he
stood straight before looking down at her, “Don’t try to play me, little mouse. I can sense when someone lies to
me on my face.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” answered Penny keeping her voice to be docile.
“Look at that hand of yours clutching beside you,” he said pointing her hand which was exactly the way it was as
he defined it to be, “Passive-aggressive girl. Did you know almost seventy-four percent of the population who are
passive-aggressive have the ability to kill people than the ones who are outright aggressive and expressive?
Those are the people you should be careful of. It is told that they kill their masters or mistress out of the anger
that is stubbed in,” he tapped on the side of his temple.
Was he telling that she would kill him one day? Maybe she would, thought Penny to herself. For a man who was
making her drenched in the rain when she had been sick two days ago, he was expecting the right things.
Damien let out a wide grin which made the girl’s heart skip a beat which was out of romantic intentions,
“Thinking that I deserve what is going to come in the future?” her eyes widened when he said that, “I should
probably kill you here. You will be the right decomposition for the plants, especially the ones you so gruesomely
pulled out from the soil,” he suggested making her gulp. She staggered slightly from where she was sitting. Was
he serious? she saw him step closer.
She fell back, her bottom flat on the ground along with her hands that were on either side back in the muddy
“I did not mean to offend you, Master Damien,” she said hurriedly when he sat back himself on the ground but
this time facing her. His eyes lit up light Christmas seeing the fear in her eyes which finally started to surface
along with uncertainty.
“Everyone says that, isn’t it. Don’t worry, little mouse. I will make it very quick,” and when his hand came to reach
for her, Penny automatically closed her eyes unable to think anymore while preparing herself to the death
sentence which Damien was going to put her through, “Not only did you tear the dress but also got me to pull
out the weeds with you. Peasant making the master do her work.”
“You were educating me, master,” her eyes were still closed as she blurted it out, “I will do anything, please.”
“The word anything is very vague,” she heard him say, “Are you willing to dedicate your life for this master in front of you?”
“Yes!” Penny answered him like an arrow that was drawn on a bow that swished through to cut the wind.
“You will never disobey me? I need full sentences here, dear. My patience isn’t that long,” he tutted to frighten
her further. Penny didn’t want to test him as she knew when to stop and draw the line. The glint in his eyes
previously was quite evident that he would be more than happy to get rid of her from this world.
Penny didn’t hear him respond or ask her any question, the silence deafening her and the surrounding around
her. When she felt the heat from his hand radiate on her cheek, she gulped. It was often told that though a
vampire had cold blood running in their veins it wasn’t the same when it came to pureblooded vampires as their
temperature was warm and the opposite to the characteristics of the average low vampires.
She then felt him place his hand on her cheek making her eyes snap open to look straight into his. Penny didn’t
know what he was doing. This man was confusing her to no end and the remaining energy she had had was
spent out on fright where she could hardly fathom on what he wanted from her. But it didn’t take her long to
come to the end of the line where she knew he was only using her for his own amus.e.m.e.nt and to kill time from
The back of his fingers grazed on her cheek, turning them more muddy. The smile on his lips had toned down
considerably and so did the light in his eyes which looked calmer than the times she had come across. There was
a certain warmth where she heard him ask,
“Aren’t you feeling cold?”
“What?” she hadn’t got it in the first second. Of course, she was feeling cold. She was freezing in this weather!
But her thought went back to the way he was looking at her when he asked her the question.
With his hand still on her cheeks, Penny found it hard to open her mouth to speak. Like a butterfly that was going
to fly away at the slightest movement. When he did move his hand away, his persona looking different than
before, she replied to his question, “Cold,” and he nodded his head.
“Did you learn your punishment or shall I leave you to pull more of the weeds?” he asked her, his face changing
back to the expression which looked mischevious. Gone was that calmer look which was replaced by his usual
expression, “Word, little mouse. Master is being nice, you should learn how to respect,” Penny blinked back.
“I have learned from my errors, Master Damien. Please forgive me. I won’t repeat again,” she bowed her head to
hear him hum. She was not only wet but also hungry. All she wanted right now was to eat something warm which
she doubted she would get as she had been given food that had cooled down but what was she expecting? She
was not even a maid but reduced to a liberal woman walking in the alley to a slave or a pet which was no less to an animal.
But weren’t pets loved by their masters?
Penny looked up at him, her eyes meeting his that looked pitch black as his back faced the side of light. That
wasn’t what she was meaning to think, thought Penny when she imagined herself to be petted by this night
creature. Shaking her head as if to rid the thoughts she finally stood up.
“Let’s get back inside. Go from behind through the kitchen. We wouldn’t want you dirting the halls of the
mansion now, would we?” he asked her before he started to walk away from her and then to stop. Turning to
look at her over his shoulder he said, “Penelope.”
Penny who had started to walk paused her footsteps suddenly at the mention of her full name by Damien, “Don’t
follow people in this mansion with an empty head. You will be dead meat to the wolves we have before you even
know it,” he smiled at her and she swallowed finally seeing him get inside the mansion through the entrance of
the double doors, she walked around the mansion to finally reach the other side where the servants walked
Most of the servants and house workers were not allowed to step inside or out except for the butler of the
mansion. It was a basic etiquette one had to learn while working for any of the elite human or pureblooded
vampire’s house. The servants quarter of the Quinn was placed in a separate underground dungeon-like place to
let them know that they were beneath the master and mistress’ of the house.
But what Penny didn’t understand was why Damien had decided to keep her in his own room? The day she had
been sick, the man wasn’t around the room or mansion due to which they didn’t exactly share a room but what
about today? If she were of the lowest of the low being that came in the whole of hierarchy, wasn’t she supposed
to be living in the servants quarters?
Was this how slaves were treated? unsure of it, she stepped inside the mansion through the kitchen where she
caught sight of maids who were either cooking, cleaning, or chopping vegetables in the side. Falcon was nowhere
to been seen but there were four maids who were all young girls.
“Look at that, it is the master’s pet animal,” she heard one of the maids point out at her. Penny not being subtle
with her own actions turned to the maid to see who had spoken about her. It was a brown hair girl of average
weight and size, her hair braided around to move past like a headband on her head, “I heard he spent a thousand
gold coins on her. Can you believe it?” Penny didn’t know if the maid was blind that she couldn’t see that she could hear her quite well.
“She looks nothing special. Look at her clothes,” the girl next to her sighed, giving Penny an overall look where
she was drenched and covered in mud. She looked nothing less to a cat that was thrown into the water, “Why
didn’t he add her as one of the maids here, we would have less work too,” she smirked, “She looks overpriced.”
The first one who had spoken nodded her head, “Right. We were brought for three hundred gold coins but this
one is really odd. Oh did she just glare?” the maid snickered, “Maybe master Damien is yet to try her out. He
hasn’t asked any of us for blood for two days. Once she’s drained, the value will come down before she’s put up
here with us.”
“You got it wrong,” Penny stopped her footsteps, turning to look at the maid who was yapping to her heart’s content.
“The pet even speaks,” another maid commented.
“I said, you got it wrong. You deaf girl,” Penny replied back turning the kitchen suddenly hostile, “I was bought for
five thousand gold coins,” she raised her hand, spreading out her fingers to emphasize her point. The maids in
the kitchen looked shocked.
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“You’re lying. No slave has been bought for a value that high,” the maid narrowed her eyes.
“I must have been special. After all. Even if I was bought for a thousand it only shows how cheap you were,”
smiled Penny to see the maid look mad.