Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 31 – Servants quarters
The butler was walking around the mansion completing his errands while trying to avoid the possible wrath of his
master, Damien Quinn as he had failed to follow the orders. When he reached the kitchen he heard the maids
were speaking quite loudly which they never did as they were always tuned to hushed whispers. The butler
couldn’t help himself from his eyes widening at the word of five thousand gold coins.
He had heard that this girl was bought for a thousand by the maids themselves who had, in turn, heard it from
the coachman who had been there in the market to pick master Damien. But five thousand? Was this girl worth
so much? Was she made of gold herself?! asked Falcon to himself before taking a look at the girl who was the
dirtiest among everyone in the room. The shock on the servant’s faces reflected on his own before he composed
and stepped inside the kitchen resuming the role of his being the butler of the mansion.
“Dirting the floor where the food is prepared,” he said gaining the girl’s attention.
Penny bowed her head, ready to leave the kitchen so that she could make her way back to the room when the
Penny raised her hand to indicate where she was going to see a frown on his face, “Do you want your neck
ripped apart? Go to the servant’s quarters and take a bath there. Now.”
But didn’t Damien tell her to come from behind? “But he said-”
“You don’t have the permission to step inside the kitchen either looking this unsightly. Until you don’t wash don’t
step back inside,” the butler was strict with the duties not being partial to anyone and only following his duties.
“Master Damien asked me to-”
“Do you want me to report you for disobedience in this household?” Falcon asked, his bright eyes trained on hers.
“How come she isn’t getting punished. Don’t tell me she gets special treatment,” Penny could hear the maid
behind her whisper to the one next to her and she finally gave up seeing the butler not budge. Going back
outside the mansion from where she got in, she walked towards the servant’s quarters which was rather dark and
quiet as most of the servants were in the mansion right now.
The walls were made of grey stones with scarce light making her watch her footsteps.
Penny shivered in cold. The dungeons were apparently much colder than outside where even her rubbing her
hands against her arms didn’t help. When the light ended, she wasn’t sure if this was the servant’s quarters. Did
she get it right or had she entered a place where she wasn’t supposed to be? But then knowing there was no
other place where she had caught sight of she walked in the dark until she bumped into someone, a gasp
escaping from her lips.
“Who is there?” asked Penny startled to hear a chuckle from someone which was manly.
“I should ask you that,” came the voice of the man, “Don’t you know, the Quinn’s don’t take intruders. Run while
you still have time before someone notices you lurking here.”
“I am not an intruder. Why is there no light?” she asked as she felt blind not knowing the path from here, feeling the walls.
“There was one here but the oil must have extinguished by itself. Where are you?” she heard him ask before his hand touched her.
“What are you doing, mister?!” she asked moving away.
“Mister? Lady, I am taking you out of here and what do you mean you aren’t an intruder? Clearly, you aren’t a
guest or you wouldn’t have walked in here nor are you a servant else I would have recognized you,” he said.
“I am a new servant,” she introduced herself quickly. Not wanting to reveal that she was a slave which she felt
ashamed of she decided to stick with being a servant for now.
“The butler didn’t mention anything about it.”
“Because I am new. Could you lead me to the baths?”
“Sure, give me your hand,” he said but Penny was insistent on not giving it to him.
“No. You can keep speaking so that I follow your voice or you bring a lantern in here,” Penny had been schemed
enough for this month and didn’t want to keep the tab building where she was being manipulated by strangers
or her relatives.
“For a servant, you sure have high standards,” the man stated, nonetheless he said, “Stay where you are while I go
bring the lantern. The last thing I need is an injured woman in here.”
For a few seconds, Penny was back to be surrounded by silence and she waited until she saw a light approaching
her. A man who came walking towards her. He wore similar clothes to what the other servants wore which pale
brown in color. Hair that looked brown in color along with matching eyes.
As his eyes fell on her, she heard him ask, “What happened to you?”
Instead, she asked, “Can you take me to the bath?” It wasn’t that Penny was eager and looking forward to seeing
Damien but with his order of coming around the mansion, she wasn’t sure if he was going to wait for her but
then why would he wait for her? Asked Penny to herself before coming upon the answer. To torture her. Yes, that
would be the only reason. Her body trembled as a shiver of cold ran through her entire body.
“Did you fall down in the mud?” the man asked, his eyes that were slightly slant glancing at her with a humorous
smile as if he were enjoying her situation.
Penny didn’t answer and instead decided to stay quiet and after feeling awkward herself, she answered him, “I did
“The mud here is much slippery due to the contained water that takes time to go. Be careful with your footsteps,”
he advised before stopping, “Here it is.”
Penny came to stand in front of another little passage that had a sheet of cloth-covered which looked to be like a
curtain. Seeing the man wait for her to go on, she took a deep breath before going in there to see a small pond
which was connected right behind to the mansion yard for the servants.
Hoping no one would come in at this hour of time, she wondered what to wear if she wears to change. Was she
going to come out with the same potato sack of her dress that was square in shape? She wondered if she should
go back but whom would she ask clothes for? After a lot of fo debate, a woman came from the same passage to
hand her the gunny clothes, “The butler asked me to give you this.”
“Thank you,” she bowed her head very thankful. Penny realized she was one of the women who was previously in
the kitchen with the other three maids who hadn’t spoken a word before nor did she now, not more than what
she was asked to.
Seeing the maid leave, she covered the curtain properly that was thin while still internally praying there would be
no on to barge in as it seemed like an open bath for the servants which made her wonder if it was also used by
not only women but also men. With it being the time of night, Penny consoled herself with the thought that no
one would here right now and removed her dress before getting in the ice-cold water.
Her body only shivered further when she immersed her n.a.k.e.d self in it, washing as fast as she could, she wore
the dried dress which was handed out by the other maid to change into it. There was nothing she could dry her
wet hair and came out of the servant’s quarters, her hair dripping wet at the ends. She caught sight of two guards
who were stationed where they weren’t here when she was getting in as if they were present here for her sake.
Was Damien keeping an eye to make sure that she didn’t give a slip from here? Penny couldn’t help but wonder
to herself. Truth was that she hadn’t even thought about it with the maid and her banter. Getting back inside the
mansion this time in a clean state, Penny saw the butler give her a look before she went up to Damien’s room.
Her already cool feet touched the cold marble one step after another and thankfully she didn’t have to meet any
other family members on her way. Going to his door, she raised her hand ready to knock on it but instead of
knocking her hand stayed mid-air wondering what to do with her having to spend the night with him from now.
Two minutes passed before the door opened with Damien looking at her, “Are you planning to sleep on the
floor? You are most welcome to sleep out here, that’s how most of the pets are treated,” she heard him say. Not
giving her an opportunity, he said, “Get in,” he waited for her to step inside and when she did the door was
closed. The lock on the door leaving the sound of a click which made her heart jump.
“What took you so much time? It should hardly take five minutes to clean yourself,” Damien started to walk
around his room while Penny stood at the corner looking at him. He had changed his own clothes and his inky
black hair looked stuck to each other as he had taken a head bath himself. He took a towel, going to the bed and
Penny didn’t know what he was doing until he looked at her, “Sit here, little mouse. We need to dry your hair or
you might catch a cold.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 32 – Drying wet hair
Penny didn’t object but neither did she make a move for a good ten seconds. Seeing him with his legs parted as
he sat at the edge of the bed she wondered what to do.
“I can do it myself, master Damien. You don’t have to do it for me,” she made sure to keep her words as polite as
she could. One thing she learned during her punishment was that the rain didn’t matter when you were in it but
it was after the rain was over and the wind blew did the actual punishment star where her clothes were utterly
drenched and the air blowing on the wet clothes made it that much colder and making her shiver.
The dark clouds still hovered in the clouds. If she were to not listen to him, she didn’t know if she could take
another round of getting drenched in the rain. And what was the guarantee that this man would put her through
something worse than the punishment she had gone through?
She was walking on eggshells around him and she had to be careful.
“Rubbish. I wouldn’t want you catching a cold. Sit,” he ordered her while waiting for her with a towel in his hand.
And whose fault was it? This man had made her sit in the rain and now was offering to dry hair which she
couldn’t help but be suspicious about it.
“I can make you sit if it needs to be done,” Penny who had been looking at the space in between his legs down
on the rug which was laid on the ground snapped her eyes to his face where she saw the bland expression on his
face. It looked like he was waiting for her to break another one of his rules so that he could subject her to another punishment.
The last time someone had rubbed her wet hair, it was her mother when she a young girl but with their lives that
had turned busy, she had learned to do it without her mother’s help turning to be an independent woman.
Reluctantly, Penny walked towards him and sat down. Turning her back to him where she looked at the fireplace
that was giving enough heat to this room. After the cold rain and cold bath where she had come walking with her
body half wet and her hair wet, she was happy to feel the warmth this provided her. It made her want to get to
bed and sleep. And it didn’t matter if the bed wasn’t soft enough. Penny was used to sleeping on mats, therefore,
it didn’t matter to her.
“How surprising,” she heard him mutter under his breath which was meant for her to hear, “Here, I thought you
would object. Such a sweet girl,” he praised above her head.
She then felt him place the towel he had been holding on either side of her head.
Penny had frankly expected him to be hard on her scalp with his hands which had instantly made her close her
eyes. Waiting for him to handle her roughly but it was a surprise when he wiped it gently. The touch was confusing to her.
How could a man as crazy as him to have gentle movements? It made her want to close her eyes but this time
not due to pain but to the sleepiness that was catching up to her. Her stomach softly grumbled but it didn’t
matter. All she wanted was to have a good night’s sleep.
The more he wiped with care the more confused it made her.
She then felt him move her hair away from one side to place it completely on her left shoulder.
“Why didn’t you ask for a towel? Don’t you know you will catch a cold again,” he placed the towel to start the
movement from below to the top. Some hair of her came forward. Penny tried to ignore the sweet feeling of
sleepiness coming to invade her mind and she looked at the fire that crackled brightly with the woods burning in
“Why are you quiet? Scared that I might snap your slender neck?” asked Damien with a grin on his lips. He saw
the slender nape of her neck completely exposed to his eyes and if needed he could feast on her. The blood
underneath her was warm and was quietly understandable with the heat that was passing with the help of the
fireplace, “How are you finding this? Speak, little mouse.”
Penny opened her mouth, framing her sentence to say, “It feels good, master Damien,” the best was to be in
good terms with him, she thought to herself. This vampire’s mood swings were hard to predict and she knew if
she tried to understand him, she would lose her sanity in the process. She wondered if Damien actually meant for
her to take bath in the servant’s quarters. Of course, she had bathed here once but she wasn’t a guest but the
slave he had bought. Why would any master let their slave take a bath in their own bathroom?
“Good. From now come to me every time you take a head bath. I will be sure to wipe it for you,” when she didn’t
reply, she felt him pull her hair lightly to gain her attention.
“Yes,” she answered him.
“Yes, what?” he asked her testingly.
“Yes, master Damien. I will come to you from now,” she replied. Her current situation felt nothing less to a person
holding a knife on her neck only difference was that here it wasn’t a knife but a pair of fangs.
Hearing him hum, she let out a sigh to hear him say, “Don’t sigh. Your lack of behavior makes me think that I
should take you back to the slave establishment for some good obedience. Tell me, little mouse, how did you get
out so soon? Did I ask you this before? Well, still enlighten me again and don’t bother to lie to him. If I find one
lie I will make sure you wished you didn’t. Just the truth.”
Penny wondered if this was one of his games he was playing with her. Apart from her and her cellmate, or ex-cell
mate of hers, no one knew what they had done.
“I can go enquire the same with the warden,” hearing the warden’s name Penny suddenly felt worried.
“Will you send me back there?” she asked him with a quiet voice. Penny was a brave girl but she was scared for
what Damien was capable of and what he might do.
Until now all she had seen a man dead at his feet where he had sucked the blood out, he had chopped the
Damien had also drunk blood from a woman but this might have been something he or the other pureblooded
vampires did. Penny didn’t want to come in any of those options of what he had done. She had been cheeky with
him but she didn’t want to test it.
“Do you want me to send you there?” when she heard him ask, Penny turned her head carefully without much
movement as his hands were still on her head with the towel.
“Please don’t send me there,” she pleaded with him. Damien titled his head.
“How do I know you won’t run away from me, little mouse?” Damien let the towel slip away from his hand,
placing one of his hand on her head where he touched the wet strands of her hair which was drying up thanks to
him and the fire in front of them, “I have been very lenient with you. Do you agree?”
Was this a trick question? asked Penny to herself. If she said yes, what if he punished her more severely the next
time? What if she said no and he showed her anyways how sever his punishments went.
“I don’t like you being quite. Speak your mind, unlike those other peasants?” his eyes shifted from her head to
meet her eyes.
“I don’t know,” she responded back.
“I can hear the pulse here,” he placed his finger on her neck, “The vein that connects to the other ones where we
bite in for a good drink. Has anyone ever tasted you?”
“No, master Damien,” she answered him when she realized what he meant. Having been part of a town that had
almost no vampires living with them, she didn’t have much exposure to the night creatures.
The man was stranger than yesterday or day before yesterday, thought Penny to herself, “So tell me. What did
you do to come out without a mark?”
Damien stood up from the bed, going to place the towel in the bathroom and he came out giving her time to speak.
“I added my name in the list,” Penny decided to keep the other woman’s name out of it. It wasn’t that she didn’t
want to give her credit but more than the credit she didn’t want to highlight the woman but tying her to the
crime that was done in the establishment. Somewhere Penny believed that Damien would take it to play it
against her to harm another person who was remotely related to anything.
“You know to write?” asked Damien, a little more than surprised as it wasn’t often he met a woman who knew
how to read or write. And it was even rarer for humans to be well versed in the art of literature itself.
“I learned to read and a little my name,” she saw him walk around the room. His bare feet padding on the ground
with languid footsteps.
“What about the mark? For one I know, slaves are often branded on the first day or is it the second the branding
of slaves takes place after the entry in the establishment? Even the most fortunate ones cannot evade the
branding. I doubt anyone has ever escaped it. But my little mouse appears to be smart,” Damien who was
rummaging through his cupboard for something turned over his shoulder to look at her, his extremely intelligent,
crazy eyes looking at her.
“I was sent to the confinement cell on the very first day there-”
“My, what a troublesome slave,” interrupted Damien with a chuckle on his lips, “What did you do to catch the punishment on first day?”
“Slaves there are supposed to strip their clothes and then go to bathe. I refused and ended up in the
confinement cell,” Penny caught a pleased expression on his face as if he was happy and delighted to hear with
“But you had to cave in later,” Penny nodded her head to his words.
“Seems like this is a loophole in the slave establishment. I will be sure to let the guards to know about it so that
they can have a better check in the future,” he grinned. Penny frowned slightly, “What’s the matter? Don’t want
me to?” he asked her.
Penny didn’t know why but she felt it was better the guards didn’t know about it, “What if I end up there again?”
it was a fear that had come to reside in her mind since she had left the slave establishment?
“If you stay here with me, you shouldn’t worry about it. Unless you plan to run away now,” he gave her a pointed
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 33 – Bedroom
It seemed like an open warning to her that that was what was going to happen if she were ever to run away. She
didn’t understand if it was a vampire thing but why did he want to keep her here? Was she nothing but part of
his amus.e.m.e.nt where he would enjoy threatening and scaring her. He could have gone for any other slave but
to her misfortune or fortune, this man had bought her not for hundreds but thousands of gold coins.
When the door to the room was knocked upon, Damien didn’t even bother to look and he said, “Come inside,
Falcon,” it appeared that he knew just by the sound of the knock or time of who had arrived at his door. In came
the butler with a trolley that had food, “Leave it here. Dismissed,” Damien’s words were very short and the butler
didn’t go stand for another extra second. He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Penny eyed the food which had delicious-looking food on it. The smell was magnificent which made her mouth
water at the smell of it. Damien had his eyes on Penny, the sight of her drooling over the food that had arrived.
“Eat what you want,” he said. Penny who had been staring at the food, her head snapped to look at him. He was
being serious? “Did you think that is what I would say?”
“…” this man was wearing her out and soon her soul would be departing away from her body. Penny nodded to
herself internally that that was what was going to happen to her if she stayed here for a couple more weeks.
“I haven’t had my food this morning or noon. The master gets fed first and then comes the pet into the equation.
Go sit on the bed,” he ordered her. He dipped his finger in one of the dishes when his eyes didn’t break away
from her where he put the finger into his mouth to give a hum of approval, “So tasty,” he murmured after he
pulled out his finger from his mouth.
He put the food he wanted to eat on his plate one after another where Penny had to tear away her gaze from
him as well as the sight of the plate that he had held in his hand, “Do you know how to cook?”
“What do you know to cook?” he asked her as he walked around to come and sit right next to where she was.
Penny didn’t know what was this art of torture but whatever it was, it was very effective. She had thought he was
being gentle with her when he was toweling her wet hair but his switch in mood and personalities where like hot
and cold whiplash which she wasn’t able to grasp.
“The basic cooking one needs to live their life by. I don’t think I can cook something like this though,” she
answered him without looking at him but straight at the wall which was below the fireplace.
“Right. I don’t think the family of the peasants have access to the spices that are imported and sold at high prices
at the black market,” his words were casual. It wasn’t meant to make her feel lower as that was how Damien
spoke without holding back his words but that didn’t mean it didn’t make Penny feel small.
She had never been or had never found the opportunity to converse and mingle with the elites, making her world
limited to only people of her own status.
“What are you sulking sitting there for?”
“Nothing,” she didn’t want to talk to him right now.
Damien’s eyes slightly narrowed at her snipped answer which he disliked, “Nothing? What did I say about making
you do things and you obeying me?”
Penny gritted her teeth, her jaw clenched out of the hunger, “You promised to feed me without depriving me of food.”
“Who said I was depriving you of food?” Hearing this, she turned to look at him where she caught him staring at
her intently, “Open your mouth, little mouse,” Penny’s face suddenly caught fire and she looked away.
“I can eat it myself.”
“The words were very clear and you said it. I will ‘feed’ you, now don’t be stubborn or you won’t have this or
anything else,” Damien’s eyes were lit up in amus.e.m.e.nt. Enjoying the girl’s reaction where she looked utterly
fl.u.s.tered by his words, “Say, ahhh,” he sang and Penny’s cheeks turned redder by the seconds that passed.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“This,” she said before adding, “Master Damien,” so that she wouldn’t offend him by even mistake.
Damien c.o.c.ked his head to the side, his face changing one to the expression of wonderment, “But you said you
wanted to eat, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but-” she herself stopped not knowing what to do with this night creature who was hell-bent in torturing
her. When she saw a grin start to appear on his face, she was speechless, “Why are you doing this to me?” her
words and voice turned softer than usual as if she were tired.
“Because I like tormenting you. I have never felt this sense of pleasure with anyone else, do you know why that is
so?” he asked her as if intrigued by his own words. Those red eyes of his looked at her unwaveringly which made
her feel more exposed to his antics. Why was he saying it as if it were a good thing? Being tormented wasn’t a
good feeling, it was a terrible feeling.
“Because I am your slave?” she asked him, gulping down when the grin turned to a smile.
Leaning closer to her, he whispered as if it were a secret which no one was supposed to hear, “You are special,
little mouse,” Penny blinked back at him.
Tormenting and troubling a person meant the person was special? This man sure needed his words to be checked before he said those.
“You don’t believe me,” his expression suddenly flipped to one of being sad. As if suddenly hurt by the thought
of her not believing, “Last chance, open your mouth or stay hungry until next night,” with her stomach grumbling,
she was left with no choice but to part her mouth open, “Good girl,” he praised her before feeding the food with
the fork and occasionally switching it to spoon.
In that time of him feeding her, Damien didn’t take one bite from the food which she noticed to look down at the plate.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” She did remember him mentioning how he hadn’t eaten his meal since morning and
he had been starving.
“What a good pet I have who is worried about her master,” saying this he put one more spoon into her mouth
and the next one went to his mouth, “Soon we will have a harmonious relationship between us. Who knew that
one punishment in the rain would work wonders,” he chuckled, “Seems like you have a lot of things to say
though right now. Open your mouth,” he said again to put the spoonful of food back into her mouth.
Penny shook her head and he responded back with, “Your face tells otherwise. Just to make sure, I will take you
somewhere soon when I am free. We need to make sure you know you are in good hands,” she didn’t understand
what that meant and only continued to chew her food, “An example is I have never fed anyone until now. Except
for the wolf-like dog that is chained behind at the shelter, you are the only human. You should feel privileged
that this master of yours is taking time to feed you. I also call you little mouse.”
“I know you have hands, Penny. I am not blind unless you think otherwise now,” his voice was curt as if wanting
to keep her where she belonged and not have her come up in status just because he called her playfully to be
special, “It’s a sweet name. Little mouse, you will know in time,” Penny wondered if she would stay or survive until
that time which Damien spoke of, “Want more?”
“I am full,” she answered him. Damien didn’t inquire further. One because he was too great to ask his slave the
same question twice. Two because he wanted her to learn that if she needed something, she would have to
voluntarily ask him without him asking her.
When it came to the time to sleep, Penny instead of sitting on the bed had stood up when the butler arrived to
take the food back which was emptied along with the trolley.
Damien who had worn the soft quilt like slippers beneath his feet removed it to get inside the bed. As he sorted
the blanket on him, he found Penny standing at the foot of the bed like a statue, “Do you need a special
invitation to get in?”
“I will be sleeping here? I don’t mind taking the floor, Master Damien. A slave shouldn’t-” just as she started to
reason out so that she wouldn’t have to share the bed with him, she stopped speaking again with the way he
looked at her right now.
“Don’t test my patience, Penny. I am tired so close your mouth and get into the bed. Now.”
Penny didn’t like this special treatment. She didn’t mind being a maid and working here but this here wasn’t
something acceptable yet the way he looked at her where there was no smile on his face. Damien looked nothing
less to a ferocious wolf that was waiting for its prey to make a mistake so that it could pounce on the poor prey.
“Blow out the candle lights on the stand and at the top up there. You will find the pipe at the side. Get inside the
bed after that,” he ordered before turning his back on her for a little while so that he could pick up the book that
laid in one of his drawers.
Penny searched for the pipe Damien mentioned and started to blow out the candles that were up in the
chandeliers. Once she had done her work of blowing the candles while keeping only the ones near him lit as he
was reading the book. She dragged her feet close to the bed…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 34 – No where to run
It appeared that they were not only sharing the same bed but also the same blanket. Penny gingerly lifted the
covers and got inside the bed while making sure she stayed as far as she could from him. If she were to move
further to her left, she would only fall flat on the carpeted marble floor where there was no carpet.
She had slept on this bed before therefore she had a good memory of how soft the bed was or is but to have the
vampire next to her, she doubted she would be able to sleep soundly.
Taking a peek at him, she noticed a glass that sat on top of his nose which she hadn’t seen before. Did
pureblooded vampires have glasses? How strange, thought Penny to herself. Seeing that he wasn’t talking to her
anymore and was busy reading his book, the man somewhere looked much more reasonable along with his aura
which looked calmer right now as he was concentrating on now bothering anyone.
The candlelight that fell on his face from the lamp that was stationed on his side of the desk gave out a shade full
appearance from where she saw. A silhouette where she took in the note that if the man wasn’t odd and rude, he
could be taken to be one of the decent and handsome man of the night creature community but it wasn’t so. He
looked sensible right now. Without wanting to disturb him, her head sank further into her pillow, pulling the
blanket close to her nose where only her eyes were visible.
With her drenched in the rain and a good meal in her stomach, she slowly started to doze off until her eyes
completely shut itself to take her to the dreamlands.
Damien who had been reading his book finally closed it, placing it on the table where his transparent glassed
were pulled away from his face to place it atop of the book. His eyes glanced towards the girl whose face was
turned to look at his side of the bed.
The girl slept peacefully, though the initial jitters that were running through her mind and nerves which were
clear as the day itself she was in deep sleep now. Absolutely having no self-awareness of where she was with her
Her lashes were long which dusted on the upper part of her cheek. Her lips slightly parted as she breathed in and
out. Her jade green eyes were closed which he knew always liked or tried to understand what he was trying to do
which only made it that much interesting. The blanket sharing and if he were to reach further and move
underneath it he was sure he would be able to reach her. The bed heating up not only because of the fireplace
but also the person who slept on the bed right now. One of her hands was loosely clutched together to a fist.
She looked defenseless, just like the girl whom he had seen the first time. Going back to look at the lamp next to
him. He blew the candle to dim the room and the night passed.
Penny who was in her own dreamland dreamed about her mother who was preparing something in the small
kitchen of their house as Penny herself sat on top of one of the slab to look at her mother cook as she had no
one else to talk to except for her own mother. The villagers weren’t welcoming with a few things which had
turned them hostile against the mother and the daughter, leaving them on their own.
At a certain point, the dream hazed out, waking her up because of a bird that had chirped next to the window to
later fly away. As her eyes slowly started to focus back in the room. Penny felt a certain heaviness slightly above
her waist which made it difficult for her to breath.
Wondering what was stopping from breathing the morning air, she looked at the top ceiling of the bed to finally
shift her eyes at the arm that was wound around her waist. Penny’s eyes widened to the point that she felt it was
going to pop out of her eye socket.
Her eyes quickly moved to the man whom the arm belonged to, his head considerably close to her where one
side of the face was resting on the pillow while the other exposed.
Oh, dear lord! Penny screamed in her mind. Scared and worried, she took his arm as carefully as she could
without waking Damien up who was sound asleep. She prayed to God desperately he wouldn’t wake up to look
at them in this compromising situation. Her chastity would be questioned by her future husband, and the more
she thought about it the more she started to panic.
Freaking out internally she raised his arm, inch by inch until it was hanging in the air and she felt his arm about to
go back to hold her waist, she rolled right around to fall on the ground with a light thud.
Before he could wake up with the sound and the movements she ran to bathroom and behind the curtains to
have her heart patted as she patted it above her chest due to the thudding sound it made.
That pervert master! She should have known this would happen but she had hoped for him to behave with her
decently. Until now all he had done to her was torture but never doing anything close to s.e.x.u.a.l. Next time she
was going to sleep she was laying pillows once he was asleep to make sure he wouldn’t cross the boundaries
between them. Looking at her reflection in the large mirror that was on the wall she caught sight of her where
her cheeks were burning hot out of sheer embarrassment.
Taking a deep breath, she peered through the curtain to see Damien who had pulled the pillow she had her head
on to hold it in his arms to sleep. No matter if it were a habit or not this vampire was not only crazy, odd,
narcissist, bipolar but also a pervert now, she silently glared at him before stepping out of the bath.
Stepping outside the room didn’t seem like an option at the moment as she didn’t know who she was going to
meet. No matter what he had made her do and had told her, there was something that had ringed in her mind.
Last night when they were done pulling the weeds with his little education, he had told her not to go following
people blindly here it being his own house.
With that little warning of his, she decided to listen to him. Even if he hadn’t given her to eat food by herself. He
had fed her like a child making her do one embarrassing thing after another. Going to stand next to the window,
she gazed out at the estate of the Quinn which had nothing much in here.
Penny wondered how she would escape from here with Quinn’s residence that was built at the top of the hill with
a few trees around which was led through the bridge to go out from here to go anywhere. It was the bridge
which was the most difficult of all was passing through there without the guards not noticing was an impossible
task. Jumping from one of the rooms wasn’t an option as it was surrounded by water, the shore often getting
high at night where the water hitting the hill and the building could be heard. She was no swimmer to swim, all
she could do was handle herself for two minutes before someone either came to pull her out or her body sunk
into the water body.
Would she be able to getaway? If yes, then when was it going to happen? she asked herself these questions.
And as Penny was busy talking to herself within her mind looking out at the forest and the garden right below
them where they were sitting together yesterday, she failed to notice that the man on the bed was watching
every movement of hers like a hawk.
Damien had woken up when Penny had touched her soft hands on his, trying to move. Instead of taking away
and being lazy, he had decided to let it be while seeing what the girl was going to do. It was amusing to see the
girl trying to escape him but he didn’t forget the way her slender waist felt in his arms. He himself hadn’t realized
holding her in his sleep, he now stared at her where she, in turn, was looking outside the window. By the line of
her sight, it was evident that she wasn’t looking at the garden anymore but the forest, the world beyond this
mansion which he wasn’t willing to send her to.
She was bound to him now. Though he hadn’t placed a master-slave bond he wouldn’t let her go anywhere out
of his sight, not anytime soon and the truth was never. Damien didn’t have the habit of letting anything go. Once
his eyes were set that was it. He wasn’t the kind to make impulsive decisions, never had he done and he had
prided himself on it.
Since the time he had set his eyes on this human, she had already turned to his before he even bought her from
the black market. The little mouse was struggling, hoping to free itself from the paws but what it didn’t know was
that it was never going to happen. Freedom wasn’t an option it was one of the reasons he had got her to give an
oath that she would abide by him through her own words.
Penny who had been staring outside finally felt the stare on her to which she turned her face to look at Damien
who was up and staring at her, “How was your sleep?” he asked her.
“It was okay.”
“Just okay?” he raised his eyebrows as if disappointed…
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Was he perhaps awake before she had dashed to the bathroom? “I give you a comfortable bed which has been
specially designed to my liking which you will find nowhere in these lands and you say it was okay?” Penny
thanked her stars that he wasn’t talking about what she had thought and maybe he really was sleeping at that
“A comfortable bed doesn’t assure a person a good sleep. Sometimes a hard floor with freedom gives the
satisfaction of sleep which cannot be found in the restriction of a room no matter how expensive and good the
bed the person sleeps,” Penny wasn’ meaning to offend but he had told her last night to speak to him. Taking a
little liberty out of it, she spoke feeling a bit brave this morning.
Damien noticed that she was still a feisty little mouse trying to run and he didn’t mind in letting her lead on that
there was still hope until she would come to realize there was none of what she thought to be left. In turn, she
would learn it wasn’t the cat who had caught the mouse but wolf which would tear her apart if she were to lie
“You never know what insect or animal will come crawling through the floor to bite and infect you with. There are
reasons sometimes why a person is shifted from one lifestyle to another,” he gave her the response in the same
vigor without taking her words offensively. This girl had a mouth of her own and of course, she would, thought
Damien to himself which only made her that much more intriguing.
Penny didn’t have a comeback to his insect retort, how was she supposed to go about it? Use a broomstick to kill
the insect or her shoe? But then it didn’t seem like he was actually talking about actual insects and animals.
Though partly she agreed and could relate after some time that the insects could be considered in her case her
uncle and aunt as well as the slave establishment people who had smuggled and kidnapped her to sell her off.
As if reading her expression, Damien said without a miss of heartbeat, “You are safe here. We’ll be going out
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” upon Damien’s question, Penny asked herself, who was she to ask him
that question when the great master Damien had already decided what she was going to do today.
“I would love to accompany you outside, master Damien,” she bowed her head. A complete degree of change in
her attitude from what she was feeling inside.
“Penny…what if I said I knew what went in that mind of yours?”
“What?” the color in her face started to drain at the thought of what if? Oh, God, she was going to die today,
wasn’t she? Dread was all that filled her when he chuckled.
“So easy to fool. Go get yourself cleaned. We’ll be going right after breakfast,” he ordered, pushing the covers off
his body where the top buttons of his shirt were open making her look at the well defined manly chest of his
which was taut to look at.
She quickly looked away before he would comment anything more than what he had done. Thankfully he didn’t
and he went to the bathing room. Penny guessed that she was supposed to go to the servant’s quarters to wash
Ready to leave the room she headed to the door when she heard Damien’s voice,
“Where do you think you’re going?” he had pushed away from the curtain for her to see his bare torso as he had
removed his shirt wearing only his loose pants that hung on his hip bones. With a little amount of difficulty, she
tore away her eyes from his body that looked nothing less to a statue she had come across in the town and
villages she had the opportunity to walk into.
“I-I,” she stuttered, clearing her throat she said, “You said to clean…”
“What did you roll in the mud after your bath yesterday to be dirty? You don’t need to take another bath.
Washing your face here should be enough.”
Penny sighed, to hear him ask, “What?”
“Nothing, master,” speaking a word more was always harmful than speaking less seeing his eyes narrow she
bowed her head. She had forgotten he was still here. This man was one day going to kill her, she just knew it, said
Penny agreeing to her thoughts.
She stood with her back against the wall until he himself had taken his time to bath and getting ready where she
looked away when he entered the room again. Taking the opportunity she had got to the bathing room to splash
some water and wipe her face with the already used towel.
When she out, she saw him standing in front of the mirror, hearing him ask her, “Do you know to tie a tie?” he
looked at her through the mirror where she came to shake her head. Penny hadn’t ever got to learn how to tie
one. Coming from a poorer background, men didn’t have use for such accessorized clothing when they could put
the same money in something more useful, “Come, stand here. Let me teach you.”
Penny walked towards him, feeling quite dirty compared to him as she hadn’t got to shower but then if she
considered it, she was much cleaner than the time she had arrived here at the mansion. Going to him, she stood
in front where he turned to face her.
Due to their close proximity again she realized how tall he was when she looked smaller in size compared to him.
Damien who was wearing a grey shirt had the tie placed around his neck which was yet to be made.
“Step closer unless you have long hands that are going to stretch by themselves,” he said seeing the amount of
distance she had placed between them. Penny awkwardly took a step forward where he raised the two ends of
the tie to show her how things went in and out and around until it was finally pushed up to settle between his
neck, “Do you think you can do it?” he asked her.
Penny had tried memorizing as much as she could in the first go, nodding her head she saw Damien loosen the
tie an unwind it before letting them fall down on either side of his neck, “Go ahead.”
On his word, Penny raised both her hand, a little hesitant at first as she tried to remember what he had shown
her, “Put it around,” he instructed her when something went wrong.
“Yes, master Damien,” she answered him, following his instructions closely while running her hand on the smooth
velvety tie until she finally got it right. She stepped away from him, feeling a little pleased for having
accomplished a simple task of learning how to make a tie.
“Such a simple girl,” he commented, his words playful as he turned back to look at the mirror and himself. Penny
wondered why he called her simple girl when she had only listened to his instructions on what to do. Not
questioning him as he seemed to appear in a good mood, she followed him out of the room to go to the dining room.
Penny didn’t have to be told twice, sitting a few steps away from Damien on the cold ground to see the other
family members of the house who had already taken their respective at the table. She was given a bowl of food
where she quietly ate without much noise like she didn’t exist but no matter how much she tried to camouflage
herself in the background, the people of the house here had a keen eye.
She had received a smile from Lady Maggie but somewhere as the vampiress turned her head away to look in the
front, she looked apologetic which made her confused as to what had got the lady to have such expression on
her face. And on the other side, there was the youngest sibling, Lady Grace who was surely a year or two younger
to Penny herself who was looking at her with narrowed eyes.
Not knowing what the little vampiress was angry about, she tried to ignore but it was hard to concentrate on her
food. She did look like a spoilt brat who liked getting her way and the friction between the siblings was
something that was starkly visible.
Lady Maggie was the first one to break the silence in the room where she spoke, “Father, I would be distributing
the cards tomorrow. I have got them written down and will go by the shop to make sure everything is according
to how it was intended to be.”
“I would like to tag along with you, Sister Maggie,” Grace chimed in wanting to be part of whatever Lady Maggie
was speaking of, “It is alright, right?”
“Why not,” their father spoke, “You both can go pick up the cards. I have asked for more servants to help in so
that Falcon will be less burdened.”
“More servants?” asked Damien’s step-mother, “The butler is versed with handling the servants and getting the
job done. The last thing we need is servants whom we don’t know if they are capable enough to handle the job
without making a clumsy fool of themselves and the guests. It is, after all, an important day, dear.”
The man gave her an assuring smile which looked peaceful, “They are the trusted servants of the Ericson’s. The
more hands to help that much better it would be for us to have the party that has is being arranged, Fleur,” said
Penny noticed that there was an occasion coming up in the mansion here which the family was preparing for. Not
knowing what it was for, she concentrated on the food she had been given but with her ears listening to Quinn’s
“It is the lady’s birthday,” this perked her ears and Penny couldn’t help but raise her head subtly wondering why
the lady was referring to herself as a third person. At first, she thought it was Mr. Quinn’s birthday but it wasn’t so.
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“Yes, like every year, she will be remembered for the lovely person she was,” it dawned on Penny that they
weren’t speaking about this woman but Mr. Quinn’s first wife, Master Damien and Lady Maggie’s biological
mother. Turning her gaze to look at her master, she saw him hardly bothering to involve himself in the
conversation where he was picking the food with his fork and eating it like the talk wasn’t taking place.
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Penelope didn’t understand his expression, subtly she went back to eating her food while occasionally looking at
Damien who hadn’t spoken anything about it. She didn’t understand the pureblooded vampires here. She had
heard about celebrating birthdays but celebrating the ones who had already passed away and wasn’t going be
there, she didn’t know why they were counting the years.
Every once in a while, Penny glanced at the man and at one fine moment, Damien’s eyes snapped at her as if
annoyed with her constant gaze on him. Penny whose eyes met, she quickly looked away from his eyes. Who
knew that the man had an invisible eye all around his head.
“Damien, are you not going to take part in it?” asked the step-mother, her voice sweet as sugar which made
Penny twitch slightly. She could see why Damien didn’t get along with the step-mother and the step-sister. They
were overly sweet which made her own skin crawl, not to forget their attitude but then she had also heard on
how every vampire behaved like this. High and mighty, pompously which shouldn’t come as a surprise to any
“I will bring her grave some flowers,” he answered calmly, dabbing his mouth elegantly on his mouth before
dropping down the napkin and standing up from his seat.
“What about here? The decoration? We need to decorate the mansion and make it look magnificent,” stated
Grace excited for the oncoming party.
Damien leaned over the table, picking up a few gr.a.p.es from the table to pop some in his mouth, “I will pass,” he
Penny very discreetly looked around at the other family members. Maggie didn’t go to say anything and instead
continued to eat, the mother-daughter duo stared at Damien unhappy about the lack f contribution.
Fleurance began, “She wouldn’t be happy-”
“She was my mother. Not yours,” Damien interrupted her before she could go any further with the discussion.
The already quiet atmosphere in the dining room went dead silent. Penny herself felt extremely awkward that she
felt she was intruding on something she was not supposed to see or hear. She wondered if it was alright to
excuse herself to the bathroom so that she could breathe much comfortably. She didn’t know what was up with
this family but it felt that there was something unspoken between the Quinn’s, “Now if you’ll excuse me. I have
somewhere to go. Have a lovely day, ladies and gentlemen,” he looked at Penny as if indicating to get up and follow him.
She was yet to complete the last two spoons in her bowl, she stared down at the bowl and then up at him before
dropping it on the ground. Though the man had only spoken out words, she could feel the coldness in his tone in
which he had spoken on the subject.
Following him hot on his tail, Penny walked with her bare feet to feel the cold marble floor beneath her feet. Due
to the cold weather of Bonelake which was brought by the rain, the temperature here was always chill, freezing
the floor and other objects.
Not knowing where they were going, she followed him anyways as he had silently asked her to. A maid who was
at the door hurriedly went to the coat stand to pick up his coat. But before the human maid could help him wear,
Damien raised his hand for her to stop.
“Give it to her,” he ordered the maid. The maid not having to hear it twice literally pushed it in Penny’s hands.
Waving his hand for her to leave, he waited for Penny to do the job.
Seeing the mood he was in, Penny didn’t make use of her smart mouth and stepped forward before opening the
jacked, helping him wear it. Damien then walked past the entrance of the door, waiting for the carriage to be
brought in the front.
Standing a little away from him where Damien noticed the distance, his eyes moved to the corner, watching her
who then spoke, “What is with the distance?” Penny was sure now that his mood was awful. Was it the
preparation for his deceased mother’s birthday that had got him in such a foul mood? He had appeared to be
alright in the morning but since they had stepped into the dining room, his mood had turned like this instead of
torturing and annoying her.
Penny took a step closer to which could barely be considered to be a step. The distance was still large with at
least a good four steps between them. When she looked up at him, she noticed his narrowed red eyes staring at
her. Gulping softly, she took another step. Why was he getting annoyed with her? She hadn’t even spoken a
word. Not to forget she had helped him get into the jacket.
“Don’t test me, Penny. Stand here,” his eyes looked at the ground next to him. A heart quivered but she didn’t
express it on her face. Taking two more steps she stood for the carriage that was parked behind to come around
and stand in front of them.
The coachman first bowed before opening the carriage door for Master Damien. As Penny was a mere slave, the
coachman made no effort to help her step in, and it wasn’t that she waiting for the coachman to give her hand.
Getting inside she sat on the opposite seat to face Damien whose eyes had decided to stick on her.
As if he wasn’t looking at her, Penny’s eyes moved around the inside of the carriage to feel the vehicle to start moving.
The first one minute she tried her best to not look at him but the man was stubborn who refused to look
anywhere else. Finally giving up, she looked into his eyes. She wondered if he had something to tell her but how
could she when he was the way he was right now.
“You have beautiful green eyes. How did you acquire those?” he asked her. Was that why he was staring at her?
“Mother told me I acquired it from father,” she answered him for his to tip his head.
“Told? Did he die?” Master Damien really needed to learn how to speak in a more gentler way and not as if he
were stabbing people with his words, thought Penny. But it didn’t bother her that much, as the sensitive topic it
was Penny had never seen or been able to spend time with him as she was too young when he left home who never returned back.
“No, he didn’t pass away.”
“What happened?” asked Damien, his eyes slightly narrowing to look at her in the interest in her story, “Did he run away?”
Penny knew that Damien wouldn’t let go of the matter and would only dig further if she showed the
unwillingness of sharing a personal family issue of hers.
“I don’t know…He was out at work in the morning but he never returned back after that day,” this was what her
mother had told.
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She hoped that her father was still alive and safe. A number of possibilities could be pulled up on what might
have happened that the man had to leave his wife and daughter alone. One of them, her mother had to hear the
most which was worse that her father had run away from home with another woman.
Penny didn’t believe it though. Not at least with the stories she had heard from her mother about how they had
spent their few years together. Another possibility that had come up was that he was taken away by the black
witches. Though not many black witches entered their village, it didn’t stop the witches residing in the heart of
the forest to only take and kill people for their own personal use.
“You are still waiting for his return,” he stated. Penny didn’t answer him and instead stayed quiet.
She didn’t know if she was waiting for her father but she had never declared him dead. With so many possibilities
she had kept her options open.
“What happened to your mother? I read that you lived with your uncle and aunt. What happened?” he asked her further questions.
“She passed away a few months. As I have no other family, my aunt decided to take me in.”
“Doesn’t seem like it turned out great,” Damien leaned his back against the seat as if observing her very keenly.
“You say it because I ended up in the slave establishment?”
“Hmm,” he hummed in agreement, “Which relatives sell their niece for some measly money. Utterly disgusting
creatures,” Penny’s eyebrows frowned and she looked at him in curiosity now.
“Did you go check with them?” she leaned forward waiting for him to reply. It was something that had been
lingering in her mind since she was put in the slave establishment and had been wanting to know if it was them
who had put her in this current situation.
“What will you do knowing the answer, Penny? Haven’t you heard ignorance is bliss? That is why most of the
humans are idiots yet happy,” by Damien’s words it was hard to know if he was insulting them or was somewhere
jealous of their lives but Damien was never jealous of such pointless matters. The man considered himself to be a
supreme person who was of high importance which he was.
“Were they the ones who put me the slave establishment?”
Seconds seemed to pass by as Damien took his very own sweet time to answer her, “What do you think?” he
asked her instead of giving her the answer she was waiting for.
“They did,” he confirmed her, watching her expression where the girl’s eyebrows furrowed even further, “I should
say though, they sold you very cheap or were swindled by the broker who took you to the establishment. I mean
what is seventy silver coins. And here I paid for five thousand.”
“Three thousand, master Damien,” Penny corrected him to see the smile back upon his lips. Who knew that this
man could bargain the gold coins and it wasn’t ten or twelve coins but a good two thousand gold coins which he
didn’t pay as told during the ongoing auction. For someone who had a lot of money, this one knew to save it
well, thought Penny in her mind while having an eye contest with the vampire.
Breaking away the eye contact she turned to look outside the window, the trees passing one after another in a
series of lines which were green in color. After what Damien said, Penny felt her heart sink in her chest. To think
that her relatives had actually sold her for the silver coins. For Master Damien, the silver coins were like penny’s in
her own hand but only a family and a person who belonged to the lower society knew how hard it was to earn a
good silver coin when there was no way to save the money due to the daily expenditure.
But how could they do it? The people whom she was supposed to rely on were no reliable who was she
supposed to trust? When own blood relatives didn’t protect one another how could one believe a stranger then?
Was her worth only so much? she asked herself, her eyes moistening where she had to blink several times for it
to dry up so that she wouldn’t let Damien see her cry.
At the same time, she felt Damien raise his hand towards her. Turning to look, she saw a kerchief that he was
holding out for her, “You can cry and wail if you want, I wouldn’t mind it,” he said making her frown. This cruel
man was having fun over her misfortune. When a smirk came up, her lips set itself in a thin line. Yes, she nodded
to herself. He was enjoying her current situation.
“I am fine, Master Damien.”
“If you say so. We need to find you a pair of shoes,” he said glancing at her feet where she quickly hid it away
from his sight, “We don’t want you stepping on something where I will have to take you to the doctor.”
Thinking about this, she felt like the need to pick her feet up to have a look at the number of times she had
stepped on to something.
“Give your leg.”
“Deaf pet raise your leg. I want to take a look,” he replied annoyed. Damien wasn’t used to be questioned and it
was he who usually asked the questions. Not only that but his pet was making him repeat himself. When he went
to reach for it, Penny moved her leg to place it on his left on the seat awkwardly. Rolling his eyes, he took it in his
hand to take a look by lifting it. On the other hand, Penny was utterly embarrassed as she had to cover her dress
properly to avoid her legs to be seen.
She flinched, pulling her feet back when he ran his thumb on the back of her feet. Catching hold of her ankle so
that she wouldn’t move, he pressed his finger on the wound which looked like it had dried up now.
Penny’s face was lit up warmly where she looked away from him. Trying to concentrate on the passing trees so
she wouldn’t feel the tickle on her bare feet.
“Did you step on something else, little mouse?” he asked her, observing her feet, “It doesn’t look like it has been
the first time you stepped in two weeks of time,” he looked up at her for an answer where she gaped at him.
Penny looked at him impressed that he found out about it. He was way too observant with his surroundings and
his words brash which he never held back. She was stuck with an outrageous vampire.
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“When I was in the confinement cell, there was a nail lying on the ground which I didn’t know of,” no one could
know with the full darkness one was surrounded and left to spend time in, “I stepped on the nail.”
“Must have hurt really bad,” his words suddenly turned gentle but Penny wasn’t sure if she heard it right,” he ran
his thumb much more gently, from one side to another which made her heart leap and her body to jerk but his
grip continued to be firm around her ankle.
Penny could feel his hand touching her skin, which felt warm on her making her fret.
“Master Damien,” she spoke for him to respond with a hum.
“What is it?” what? What was what? He was holding her ankle without letting it go.
“Could you please let go of my leg,” she kept her speech to be docile, a certain passive aggressiveness in it where
she wanted him to drop her leg but instead of hearing to her request, Damien only ran his finger over her feet.
“Why? Little mouse, let me demonstrate something for you so that you can keep it in your mind. Alright?”
At first, she didn’t understand what this demonstration was about until he ran his fingernail sharply against the
back of her feet making her cry in pain due to it piercing over her skin.
“Please, master Damien,” she could feel the burn on her feet which started to hurt. Damien’s eyes fell on the girl
in front of him, her face contoured in pain as he had scr.a.p.ed her skin for a small streak of blood to appear in
the same place where she had previously been hurt without letting it heal properly.
Instead of letting it go, he then took the same kerchief he had offered her before to tie it back around her feet.
Penny didn’t understand why he had hurt her just now. This man’s head was messed up for hurting her for no
reason until she heard him speak,
“Keep this in mind before you do anything where we are going. One toe out of line and the punishment will be
far worse than what you have experienced right now.
“I didn’t do anything,” she said, taking her feet away to drop it down when his grip loosened.
“But you will. Having studied you, there is a possibility that you might do something I might not be happy about.
She didn’t understand what he meant by it. She had been careful with her words too after getting drenched in
the rain like a wet dog yet she had been punished. Penny was sure that Master Damien needed his head checked.
When the carriage was pulled over, Penny first stepped out of the carriage, her footsteps uneven due to the
kerchief that was wrapped around her left foot. A huge mansion stood mighty in front of them, but black walls
making it feel eerie which made her suddenly feel cautious. The dark grey clouds hovered all around in the sky,
She wanted to ask him where they were but Damien didn’t wait for her and instead started to walk towards the
entrance of the double doors which was left open with two guards on either side of the door. Following his
footsteps. Penny stepped inside for his coat which was ready to be taken and he raised his hand. For a moment,
Penny was sure that he was going to make her remove his coat here like he had made her help him wear it. But
He continued to walk to finally meet a crowd of three people where one was a man and the other two were
women. One of the women sat on the plush couch with the man a seat away from her where a boy sat at her feet,
massaging her legs as the boy sat on the floor. The boy looked to be around sixteen with freckles on his face.
Another woman was standing holding a whip in her hand while staring down at the girl who had kneeled down
on the ground.
“Damien, how good to see you. We thought you wouldn’t come,” the man who was undoubtedly another
vampire greeted Damien.
“I wouldn’t miss such occasions. You did say it was two thousand gold coins that would be met. How could I miss
it,” Damien answered, the lopsided smile on his lips?
“Whom have you bought?” the woman who was sitting on the couch questioned when her eyes fell on the girl
who stood behind Damien Quinn.
“So the rumor is true, Sentencia,” the man said looking at Penny who had her head up looking at the people.
“What rumor?” asked the woman named Senteicia who was sitting on the couch.
“The rumors about Damien who bought a slave for himself,” the man gauged Penny up and down, a smirk up his
lips where his eyes held the ill intention. It made her uncomfortable but the way the women in the room gawked
at her, it only made her want to go back to the room where Damien had locked her before.
The man laughed, “I was curious as to what made you spent five thousand gold coins on a lone slave,” Penny
who lacked the experience of being a slave abashedly stared back at the man before averting her eyes who was
gawking her up and down. He had brown hairs which were neatly combed to the side, the top of buttons of his
shirt open making him look not part of a good group but with the way she saw nothing seemed to be good here.
“Eyes of my pet Reverale and ladies,” Damien warned the man with a smile that was etched on his lips brightly.
The man raised his hand up to reply, “I wasn’t doing anything.”
“Of course, you weren’t. You wouldn’t have your eyes or else,” Damien laughed, in the end, leaving the room quiet.
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Penny was taken by the mild threat and she wondered for a minute if Damien was joking about gauging the eyes
out. When she turned to look at the man, the vampire seemed to have stopped staring at her and had instead
gone to go fetch himself a drink.
Damien walked to one of the empty couch where no one sat, leaning his back completely where he crossed his
legs looking at the woman who was standing in the room with the young girl sitting down on her knees.
“I see you that your pet has been taking good care of yourself,” he chimed in looking at the boy was hadn’t
raised his eyes up to look anyone but his mistress’ legs where he massaged her ankles now.
“Marcus is a lovely boy, isn’t he?” the woman named Sentencia smiled looking down at her slave which she had
personally brought from the slave establishment, unlike Damien who had bought Penelope from the black
market, “Your pet hasn’t learned the code of conduct for the slaves,” the vampiress said it because of the way
Penny was looking at everyone without a hint of obedience in there where the slave hadn’t dropped her gaze. But
after seeing hearing this, Penny was smart enough to lower her eyes to the ground where she stood next to Damien.
“If you ever need help you can always send her to me,” the way the vampiress said it seemed like there was
something in that underlying tone of hers. Her red eyes moving from Penny to her own slave who sat at her foot
serving her. She raised her bare feet, the tips of her toe coming into picture which ran on the boy’s chest up to
his neck and then to hold his neck in place.
“As much as Sentencia is good at it, I would personally not mind helping you, Damien,” the woman who was
standing in front of the girl smirked, “Give me a week and I shall fix her up.”
“She will learn soon. She’s a new chick in this place and what is the point of having utter obedience where I
cannot punish to my heart’s content,” Damien grinned, his lips quirking upon his lips to have Sentencia smile as
she tipped her chin knowingly, “What’s gotten her in trouble?” asked Damien curious-looking down at the young
girl on the ground. Surely, there was misbehavior which had led to where the girl sat now.
“She forgot who is the mistress and who is the slave,” chuckled the other vampiress, she ran one of her hand
across the rough whip which was in her hand. Her face smiling but the intention in her eyes unkind.
“I don’t even know how you thought you could think that it was alright to serve me a green tea when I clearly
said I needed it to be black. Did you turn deaf?” the woman asked.
The young girl on the ground looked terribly scared where anyone could see that she was shaking in fear. Her
body had crouched on the ground to the point where her forehead now almost touched the cold marble floor.
When she raised her hand with the whip before Penny could fathom what was going to happen, the whip made a
shush sound that cut through the air to hit the girl’s side of the body.
Penelope’s eyes widened so wide at the sight and sound where she could feel the pain of the leather’s touch on
the skin. The slave on the ground didn’t make a sound and rather swallowed the pain in with the sound of cry
knowing well that making more sounds would only result in worse punishment. Penelope, on the other hand,
couldn’t stop not staring with her mouth agape. She looked toward Damien who only had a passive expression
staring at what happened as if it didn’t happen or rather didn’t concern him because the girl was his salve.
She raised her body to the slightest which was when Damien turned his eyes to look at her which were vacant yet
had a warning in them. She remembered what happened in the carriage.
‘This is a warning for you to not to do anything when we go there’. She still remembered the way his sharp nail
had cut through her wound to remind her of the times she had stepped on the nail. Her feet trembled slightly at
the thought of it.
“Go, get a glass of water from the kitchen for me,” he ordered her as if having her witness the slave being
punished once was enough, “Now,” the shock of the whip was enough to bring her to reality where she bowed
her head and turned before walking out of the room.
She couldn’t believe it. For a simple mistake of tea, the lady was whipping a slave. How could she do that? To turn
a blind eye to what was happening right in front of her didn’t feel right. Was this also what Damien meant? He
had told her that he was being lenient and wanted to show how lenient he was compared to the other vampire
owners who hurt the slaves abusively.
In the room where Damien sat, he saw Penny step out of the room before his eyes fell back to the slave who got
whipped three more times where he finally noticed the small cry which was stifled in her closed mouth.
“That should be enough, Yuvaine,” said Damien. And though the vampiress wanted to vent out her pleasure on
this stupid slave of hers she stopped midway when she raised her hand ready to hit another time. If it was
someone else, she would have argued but this was Damien Quinn.
“But Damien I haven’t-”
“Did you know that green tea is much better than black tea? The poor thing must have enough to keep her busy
with your errands,” he said cooly gauging at the girl on the floor and then up at the vampiress who finally turned
to look at him with a frown.
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“Are you saying it is my fault?” Yuvaine asked him.
“What do you think? What’s the slave’s name again? Raise your head,” said Damien to have the slave girl raise
her head which was contoured in pain, “Haven’t you been told on what to do and not? How hard is it to
remember a tea which your mistress wants?” he questioned.
When the slave didn’t speak right away, Damien exhaled, “Speak, don’t fear to answer,” he said when the slave
went to meet her mistress’s eyes who glared down at her.
He saw the slave girl gulp where she finally parted her lips, “Madame Yuvaine asked for green tea not black tea.”
The vampiress snapped her head to look down at her slave with anger, “The lie is going to cost you your life!”
“Hold on, Yuvaine,” Damien raised his hand, “Are you sure about it? Like your mistress said, lying and changing
facts of the past isn’t a pleasant nature for a slave. Because you will only end up in the ground with mud over
your body if you know what I am saying,” the young girl pressed her head back on the ground.
“I d-do not lie, Master Damien! I only did what the m-mistress a-asked me to. I would never lie,” the slave though
wanted to speak loudly to clear the misunderstanding, she couldn’t, knowing it would result in another punishment.
“The slave isn’t lying, Yuvaine,” all the vampire’s gazes fell on lady Yuvaine who furrowed her brows deeper like she didn’t believe it.
“I am definitely sure I asked you to bring black tea. You not only dare to defy me but also lie do you know the
consequences to it? Don’t forget your life is mine and I was the one who bought you from the market-”
“Lady Yuvaine,” Sentencia interrupted Yuvaine, “Maybe you did misspell the word which resulted in your slave
bringing something which was told to her. We all know Damien has the ability to detect and smell when there’s a
lie. He is an expert in it.”
“How shameful for you to hitting the slave for your own fault, Lady Yuvaine,” Damien tched, clicking his tongue.
The way he looked at the lady made her feel as if she was being shamed.
“That is not true.”
“Then what is it?” Damien chuckled, his red eyes stared into hers where his eyes were much darker than her own.
He noticed the confusion and the ego which was being shaken now, “I can see the uncertainty in your eyes in
there. You are right, she is the slave you bought from the market. Giving her a better roof and decent food where
the dogs would eat but don’t you think it quite unkind to stoop low?”
The man who had previously been staring at Penny before being warned laughed at this as well. He had taken up
a drink from the counter bar. Leaning against the counter, both his hands resting back on top on either side of
the counter edge.
“Don’t worry, Yuvaine. We all like to spend our frustration on the slaves. Isn’t that why we bring slaves in here so
that we can have them do things on our whim. Else what good are they?” asked the man.
Sentencia only smiled without another word being added to the conversation. This mansion belongs to Lady
Yuvaine but to have her inviting them to witness these things were a little more than fun. The vampiress was
surely one of the dumb vampiresses who liked to show off what they had to while wanting attention on them.
“Tell us Damien, for someone who never took an interest in the slaves went to buy one himself. Not to forget the
outrageous money you spent to just buy her,” the man asked him which got the others curious. A lot of them
were aware of the dislike Damien had against the slaves where he preferred not to have one all these years but
having someone for five thousand gold coins, wasn’t it too much thought the ones in the room.
Damien turned his head sideways in a lazy way to see the man at the bar counter sipping his alcohol, “Hmm? Is
there a rule applied to me that I cannot have one, Rowan?”
The man named Rowan Reverale laughed, “I never said you can’t-”
“Then what is it? The story is very short. I went to the market, saw the first slave being auctioned and brought her.
Coming to the money,” Damien drawled his voice torturously slow, “I rather not have competition when I have
entered something. Raising the coins that high makes sure that I am the only one who has the ability in there to buy a particular slave.”
“Of course, that sounds very much like you. Who can stop Master Damien from buying what he wants,” Rowan raised his glass before taking a sip from it.
Penelope who had gone in search of the kitchen met a maid to ask her to get a glass of water. After getting the
glass of water in her hand, she went back the way she had come still unable to let go of what she just saw. Her
hands tightened around the glass.
How could the vampires treat the humans this lowly? Was this how life worked in this side of life?
When Penny arrived back in the room, the girl who previously had been subjected to the whip was nowhere in
sight but the lady was still in here with the rest of them. Her feet moved quickly towards Damien and she offered
the water for him to drink, bending down for him to have an easier reach where she finally stood up when he
placed the half-empty glass on the armrest not worried if it was going to fall down and break into pieces.
“Sit down, Penny,” he said to her and she did as he asked a little worried over the fact that these vampires in here
had no heart and would do nothing to stop themselves from deriving pleasure from the pain who were lower to
Penelope was the young girl who had never seen any harsh punishment sentenced to someone for a trivial
matter. Sure she had heard the cry and the screams in the slave establishment but had never witnessed it in first
or second hand. Visuals were too much to take than the voice. Having been reduced to a mere slave which was
the lowest of the low form where it would take more than an eternity to climb back to a normal life, she could
see how people were broken, their soul bent and twisted to the point where they could do nothing but rely on
their master and mistresses. She could only imagine the fate she had escaped so closely by having her name
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placed in the list so that she could quickly be auctioned. God only knew if she could survive if she was in there.
She came to realize that as much as a bright the pureblooded vampire’s life appeared to be, the humans who
weren’t directly involved with them never got to see their dark side of life where without it they envied the lives