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Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 41 – Society of the dark- Part 2
While Penny was having her own thoughts, people in the room couldn’t turn away their ear to what he just said.
With the slaves who were reduced to nothing but dust beneath the pureblooded vampires and the elite human’s
feet, it was an obvious treatment that the slave got with derogatory remarks who were degraded by their owners
after all their lives belonged to the ones who had bought them. But very few called the slaves by their actual
names which once in a while raised eyebrows of many of them.
Damien though noticing the gaze didn’t bother with such silly things when he had other things to think of.
While Penny spent her time behaving like a good slave with her eyes and head down, she could stop feeling the
gaze of two people in the room which were both vampire but not one belonged to her master. One was the male
and the other one was the vampiress who had previously whipped the human slave. Their stares made her feel
extremely cautious and aware of her surroundings were at one point she also wondered if she was not allowed to
breath. Having taken a seat on the ground next to Damien, she stayed quiet while the vampires in the room were
having their own conversations.
When the time to leave came, Penny was thankful for the way time had passed so slow. Hot on Damien’s tail
while keeping two steps distance now instead of six steps away from him at the worry of what might happen as
right now, the only person she could rely on was her own master.
She had always known for women to be more rude and brutal in comparison to men when it came to showing
off their power and status to others. But this vampiress, she aced all the other females she had met. Unable to
gauge the nature of the vampires especially Damien, Penny came to the conclusion that they were all heartless
but at the same time, she hoped her master wouldn’t leave her anywhere like this so that she would be subjected
to such harsh treatment. For one he had given his word that she would be safe if she stayed next to him and she
While Damien was bidding his bye to the woman, Lady Yuvain where the man Rowan stood next to her, Penny
saw Lady Sentencia walking towards her.
The woman was taller than her, maybe as tall as Damien himself or maybe an inch shorter which Penny wasn’t
sure but her lean figure which had been hidden with the fur she had been sitting in the couch now had moved
away to showcase the dress she wore hugging every inch of her body.
Though not well versed with the vampires, the one thing the humans were well well taught was to keep
themselves away from a dark redded eye vampire as they were all pureblooded vampires. Her long straight
brown hair went below her waist which was left open, the fringes on her forehead stopped just above her eyes
which would not hinder her view. Her lips painted in a bright red color that stood out on her pale complexion face.
“What’s your name, slave?” asked Lady Sentencia, her voice calmer than the other woman which appeared to be
smooth and even as she asked the question.
The lady was a friend of Damien, and maybe one of the only female friend who had never bothered to court the
man as she was also a distant relative of his. Lady Sentencia was as observant as her distant cousin where she
didn’t fail to notice the way the girl’s pulse skipped when she used the word ‘slave’ to refer to her.
“Penelope,” Penny had no interest to greet and return pleasantries. Wasn’t she also in there watching the girl get
whipped without a word? Right now she only answered because it felt like a knife was placed above her head
which she didn’t know when it would fall down.
“Don’t be hostile. It is not good for you,” said Lady Sentencia as if imparting some advice which would help her
get through. The vampiress didn’t ask or say anything further and instead, she turned away from her to join the
party who were talking to each other along with Damien where here slave boy followed right behind her. Getting
back in the carriage, Damien looked at the girl who appeared to look dull.
Penny who was quiet heard Damien say, “Was it too much of shock?” he asked, his lips slightly twisted up.
The man had told her to speak freely, therefore she decided to voice her opinion while also keeping boundaries
as she said, “I was born in an environment where men and women or children are not treated in a derogatory
manner. People have independence and the will of their own. They would never treat anyone for a simple reason
of not getting the tea right.”
“Isn’t that obvious? The people you lived in couldn’t afford to have a decent life if one were to stop working for
more than a week, having a slave a treating someone like this is a far fetched thought, Penelope.”
“Do you agree with what was done in there to be right then?” asked Penny, her voice quieter than before due to
the inevitable that she knew was going to come to her as an answer.
“It is in the eye of the beholder and the thought the person has up in the mind,” Damien raised his hand to place
his finger on the temple, “Which states or allows you to perceive if it is right or wrong. It is wrong in some matter
and right at the same time. Do you follow what I mean?” he asked her.
Penny frankly didn’t understand and didn’t go to nod. Seeing her blank expression, Damien continued to say, “It
is wrong in the matter than Yuvaine whipped her slave for something the maid was not responsible for.”
“She wasn’t at fault?” Penny confirmed to hear a hum that only boiled the blood in her veins.
“Careful mouse. Hold the reins on your emotions, this world isn’t yours but ours. Not even vampires but us the
pureblooded vampires who run this world which you only believe to be yours,” Penny felt as if she was in a
nightmare now which was going to keep recurring until God knows when where she was stuck to this vampire
with no escape, “A lot of the humans who are elites believe to be up in the same path and height as ours but in
reality it is nowhere close to the truth. Because the only truth is that it is the vampires like us who hold the power
and resources on how we want things to be run. A lot of them might not speak up, some will tell you they will
help and maybe they will,” he paused for a second before continuing to say, “But the help is nothing more than a
bite to the meal which they hold.”
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Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 42 – Enticing offer- Part 1
Penny could somewhere relate to this as she had gone through or seen things like this occur. The village she
used to live in before and after her mother passed away, it wasn’t a posh one which not even came to be called decent.
As Damien had pointed it out, if a person fell short to work and earn in the family, the next one would have to
earn to let the family living. Her village was in a dire situation where the crops were often washed away from the
loose soil due to the heavy rain of Bonelake. Their lands were one of the most unfortunate ones which had the
worst soil conditions which made it difficult for crop cultivation. This, in turn, made it difficult for the farmers and
other people to earn a few shillings that somewhere indirectly affected the others as the crops had to be bought
for a higher rate than the usual price.
Most of the villagers knew the dealings between the magistrate and the higher up officials where mone was
sanctioned for the betterment of the towns or villages which were more than never released to them. Even if
more money was released to not burden them with taxation, the man never let them off the hook.
“You think it is right?” she asked him.
“Which one?”
“Hitting the girl who was at fault. No matter the person is a slave or not, they are people with feelings.”
Penny didn’t know what was funny but Damien started to laugh, a burst of laughter which didn’t sound
condescending but she had not cracked a joke right now. It made her wonder if she said something she wasn’t
supposed to.
“I should probably make you the representative of the slave association. What do you think, little mouse? I am
sure you will be very loved while also be on the receiving end of the punishments,” he asked her. She bit her
tongue to speak any further than what she just said. Was there a point in her speaking when he was only going
to mock at her, “Don’t look at me like that,” his words turned sharp which made her turn her gaze away from him.
“I didn’t look at you in any way,” she responded back.
“Really now? What is with the look that says ‘This man has lost his mind’?” he raised his eyebrow.
For some reason even though he asked her that question, Penny didn’t feel that he was angry at her. Instead, he
rather looked to be in a very good mood as if spending time there in the Lady’s mansion had done him good.
Penny wanted to smile right now after hearing what he had to say. It was true that she had looked at him as if he
had lost it. Not that he hadn’t before this but at the same time she held back her smile without bringing it out.
Smiling with him would mean that she was alright with this.
“Coming back to what I was saying, it was bad that Lady Yuvaine took that route to punish the slave when the
maid was not to be held responsible but who are you or I to ask it?” he questioned her as the smile died down on
his lips. Penny who had been gazing at the empty space next to him slowly moved her gaze back at him,
“The slave girl was someone who Lady Yuvaine bought and brought her home for her own amus.e.m.e.nt. She is
the one who holds the papers and the ownership to the girl. In this world of pureblooded vampires maybe also
some of the humans who belong to the elite have the full ability to do anything with their slaves. What you saw
today was a mild display of ownership and discipline. I am sure as the days pass by you will see many more
things which might make you question where you are. Or have you already begun to question?” he waited for
her to reply back.
“Is there no way out of it? To not be a slave anymore,” she asked him straightforwardly, surprising him as well as
herself.
Last night as she had slept, she had contemplated what to do next. Every hour of her mind, the thought of her
escaping from this part of the world often crossed but there was nothing she could about it right now.
Something told her that if she were to attempt it right and be caught, the consequences would be severe.
Especially after what she saw in Lady Yuvain’s house.
Damien leaned his back against the seat comfortably. Staring at her for a long time while making her wonder if
he was going to answer her right now, “Thinking to leave my side?” his voice was calm like the sea in the night.
Was she supposed to answer it?
“You must be delusional to think that you can escape once you have a master or a mistress. Even without the
slave establishment, I have a picture of yours that has been drawn out,” Penny gaped at him with what she heard.
What was he doing with her picture and when did he even have her drawn, as it wasn’t even a week since she
had come to stay in Quinn’s mansion, “So don’t think just because you have escaped the clutches of the slave
establishment you can do the same with me,” one side of his lips twisted itself in mirth.
“I didn’t speak about escaping,” she stated.
“Did I fail to mention it to you that I am very good at catching hold of lies?” he asked her, “Before careful with
what you answer. Speak.”
When her heart skipped a beat, the smile on Damien widened where he said, “Don’t be scared, Penelope. This
wolf won’t tear you up limb by limb and eat,” he made her feel queasy.
“I was only curious. What if the slave dies?” she questioned.
“If she dies she dies, what’s new it? Don’t your pets like cat and dog die during certain circ.u.mstances?” he asked her.
“They are pet animals.”
“If you haven’t received the memo yet, slaves are just as good as the pets. There is no difference in what you buy.
That is why do not consider to run. If you do, I will make sure to make several copies of the drawing of yours such
that no matter where you are, I shall be sure to hunt and find you. But let me say this, dear,” he looked her in her
jade green eyes, “People aren’t nice out there once you have a value on your head. Don’t think I wouldn’t because I will.”
At this point, Penny wondered if there was any hope at all? Was she stuck with this crazy vampire for life? Was
this it? This was how she was going to die?
“Don’t look so disappointed. LIf you look closely, life is very beautiful on this side of land.”
“I think it is only your side that looks green, Master Damien. Where I stand there is nothing but darkness. I might
only suffocate,” she frowned.
“You have nothing to worry about it. I will be sure to give you the light once in a while. That should be enough
for a lifetime,” Penny slowly let her gaze fall down and she watched the window of the carriage to see the sunset.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 43 – Enticing offer- Part 2
Strangely the weather today seemed much better where she saw the sunset starting to set where the rays of it
illuminated through the lines of horizon. It must have been because it had rained last night. More than enough to
give a break to lands of Bonelake.
Even though the sun rays didn’t come to pass through the window and weren’t warm enough, she could
somewhere feel the heat just by the light touching her skin. It had been so long since she saw the light, an
unconscious smile made up to her smile where she had turned her face towards the window while having her
eyes closed.
Damien saw the smile upon her lips. Such a simpleton girl, thought Damien to himself. He could see the way she
took in the simplest of the things around her while getting lost as to where she was.
‘Dami do you know what’s beautiful about this flower here?’ he could hear the voice at the back of his head
without even having to close his eyes, ‘It is the simplicity here. The flower doesn’t stand out like the rest of it,’
young Damien stared at the flower in the woman’s hand, ‘If you placed a rose next to it, one might pick the rose
but look closer,’ and he did, seeing the small lined patterns that ran from the bottom of the petals upwards
symmetrically, “Bring a lot of them together and you will find it to be the most beautiful one out of the lot which
will continue to live even after a week.’
He looked at the girl in front of him when she opened her eyes, the evening light came to fall on her face and
eyes which brought a certain hue of orange and green in her jade-green eyes.
Penny heard Damien ask her, “Your relatives never sought out a suitor for you?” she shook her head.
“How about yourself, master Damien?” she asked him.
“Women are quite annoying Penny. They not only whine and complain but also harbor a ton of jealousy which a
person can get rid of by either breaking off things and if that doesn’t work then killing the women.”
Hearing this, she gulped.
“What happened? I cannot even ask you not to look at me as if I have killed someone,” this time when he
grinned, she could see one side of his fang expose in her view, suddenly reminding her that this wasn’t a human
she was talking to but a pureblooded vampire who could kill her any time. The sun had started to dip further
down where the horizon started to look whitish-blue, making the top look darker.
“Why did you kill the man in the Inn?” she asked him the question for which she had previously not got the answer.
“Tell me, Penny. Why do you keep getting back to the same question we have gone through?”
“Because you never answered them, master. The last time I asked you, you stalled it,” Damien nodded at her words.
“You are right. I did skip past it which would mean you wouldn’t get the answer for it if you asked me again,” he
tilted his head, the smile falling down slightly at her repeated question, “Ask something else.”
“Please let me walk away from this place,” she pleaded. Damien threw his head back, a sigh escaping from his lips
which sounded tired. A good two minutes passed which made Penny doubt if the vampire had fallen asleep but
he pulled his head back to look at her.
“Alright. I will let you go.”
The first time she heard it, Penny wondered if she had heard him wrong. Letting it sink, she stared at him where
he stared back at her.
“Really?” she asked cautiously.
“Yes, you can go live your life. Go have a good vacation for an hour and then get back home.”
“…” Was he playing with her?! Penny clutched her hands in a tight fist where one was placed at the edge of the
seat and the other was placed on her lap.
“You aren’t happy with it?” she heard him ask, “One hour is a lot of freedom. And forget about a slave, even a
servant doesn’t it get that easily. Not at least in Quinn’s mansion. I am being gracious enough to give you an
hour from what I have bought.”
That was right. She had paid her life to be a five thousand, no three thousand gold coins while her own blood
relatives had sold her for fifty or seventy silver coins. Since she had turned to a slave, her life was no longer her
own.
But then maybe this was the opportunity God was giving her to run and escape. An hour was enough if she
planned everything right where she wouldn’t have to meet him or any of them she had met here again. It was all
about opportunity and chances.
Taking what she could get right now, she said, “I can take it anytime?” she saw him rub his jaw to hum with an answer.
“Yes, an hour for yourself. Anytime,” he gave his word, “But in return…” he drawled. Penny should have known
there was a deal with it as even an hour wasn’t a simple thing here, “You will have to take what I have to offer
you.”
Penny furrowed her brows wondering what he was talking about. Surely there wasn’t anything in here right now
with him to give. What did he want to give her?
“What is it?” she asked him where he shook his head.
“You need to agree to it. Let’s make the deal much more enticing. I will give you two hours of your life instead of
one,” though two hours made her want to agree, she looked at him suspiciously. The more the deal looked
enticing one only had to doubt why and what awaited after it.
“I refuse,” Penny said firmly.
A smile cracked on Damien’s lips, “I don’t know if I should feel hurt or not that my pet doesn’t trust me enough,”
he nowhere looked hurt right now, “What can I say some deals don’t come by all the time.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 44 – Twist of the arm- Part 1
Reaching back the mansion, Penny got down to follow right behind Damien. Before becoming a slave, her hands
and time were usually full. Having to do work and bring her share of money while also saving it so that she could
use it-Her money! She realized the money she had been saving and storing for so long must still be there unless
someone found it!
More than anything right now, Penelope couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to her money that she had
saved all these months. They weren’t gold but it was a good worth of seventeen silver coins which was the most
she had saved until now. Thinking about how her aunt and uncle had given her away for the silver coins. She
wondered if she should have shared it with the old couple which might have avoided her being put into the path
of being a slave. But at the same time, Penny shook her head internally.
Her relatives didn’t deserve even one singly shilling from her pocket for doing something so unimaginable. Who
knew there were people who had fallen down to the point that they would seel their own relative for the sake of
money. But it had happened and no matter how man times she argued and went through it in her mind,
everything came to the point where she was no one right now.
Damien walked ahead of her, his long stride full steps moving across the white floor. Two hours thought Penny to
herself. What could be done in the two hours and what did he want to deal with?
“Brother Damien, you are back,” sang Grace in a joyous tone which would have brightened up the already
brightly lit room but the face of the young vampiress looked scornful. Her lips twisted and one of her eyebrows
that was lifted up on her face.
“I am, sister Grace,” Damien greeted her back with a lack of enthusiasm as if his mood had changed by listening
to her voice, “Did you get the cards with Maggie?”
“I did. Do you want to see?”
“I will pass,” he answered heading towards the stairs. Grace gave a look at the slave who was stuck like glue to
her brother following him since the time he had bought her, “Wash yourself and get back to the room,” her
brother said to his slave where he started to ascend up the stairs. The slave girl met her eyes but didn’t appear to
stop or wait for her to leave. The sight of the slave in front of her who was walking towards her as she had to
pass by her to reach the back of the kitchen made her lips twist in distaste.
For a slave, this one had a nerve to not even bow at her presence.
“What’s your name?” Grace demanded to know the girl’s name, “You!” her voice increased a level higher to finally
receive the slave’s attention who stopped walking.
As if appearing to be meek. Penny turned around with an innocent expression on her face, her head even lower
than before so that she would get away from this vampiress.
Penelope knew something like this was going to happen. Why did she feel it that way? Because this house was
filled with people who were insane or at least appeared to be like that. The little vampiress gaze had been glued
to her since Damien had disappeared up the stairs leaving her here to deal with his younger sister.
She was sure that even though she was a vampiress, this person was not fully grown but a child with tantrum
issues thought Penny to herself. Clearly, they were of the same age, yet this girl had the nerve to behave
impudently.
“Do you want me to pour hot oil in your ear to make sure you can still hear me?” asked Grace, crossing her arms
across her chest and staring down at Penny even though they were of the same height.
Penny shook her head, her head still bowed where she looked at the expensive pair of shoe which the lady wore.
It made her wonder how much they cost? Probably as much as her freedom from here, she thought wryly before
coming back to the present.
“I asked what’s your name, you dog,” Penny wished she wasn’t a slave right now. If she wasn’t, regardless of her
being a human or not, she would have probably gone cavewoman on her but she wasn’t in the position to do it.
Even though there was some sort of open was between the two siblings, the vampires would support each other
while having her turned to a human chew toy. Who knew, after all, thought Penny to herself.
“It’s Penny, milady,” with her head still put down, she wondered what expression the vampiress was making.
“Penny what?” Penny’s parted lips were going to reply back to her but Grace said, “Nevermind. A slave shouldn’t
even remember the name, with weeks and months, you will forget your name. Go get me blood tea,” she ordered her.
“Blood what?” Penny asked back without thinking twice as the name sounded strange and it had made her doubt
if she had heard it right.
“What!” Grace snapped back her for the rude behavior she had shown against her. Her voice hardened as she
stepped closer to ask, “You need to be disciplined for not only being stupid but also having a lack of tact on how
to behave with your mistress.”
Was she her mistress? thought Penny to realize this wasn’t the time to have conversations in her head.
“You aren’t my mistress,” she said unable to hold her tongue back from saying what was on her mind.
“You little bitch. You have the nerve to be looking up and answering now but also refusing me!” Grace gritted her teeth.
“Forgive me but master Damien told me to obey only his orders solely and no one else’s. I am to answer only to him.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 45 – Twist of the arm- Part 2
Falcon the butler who was walking by from the dining room to the kitchen making his way caught sight of Lady
Grace who as usual was scolding and belittling the maids and other servants of Quinn’s household.
On a double-take, he realized that it wasn’t a maid but the slave of Master Damien. His footsteps halted and he
wondered what to do now. Lady Grace didn’t spare any of the workers or even others who didn’t belong to the
mansion. The vampiress didn’t spare him either even though he was a butler but she enjoyed putting down the
servants for her own amus.e.m.e.nt to make sure they knew who was the mistress of the mansion.
After hearing what the slave had to say, Falcon pressed his lips knowing the walls of the mansion were going to fall down soon.
“He is my brother so indirectly you are liable to serve me the way you serve him,” Lady Grace pushed the girl’s
head as if to taunt her how stupid she was, “Didn’t you understand? Come to my room,” she threatened right
away but the slave didn’t move an inch, “Are you deaf?”
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Penny, on the other hand, wondered if she was deaf with what she said. She was already having enough trouble
with Damien, she didn’t want to add another vampire on her plate but it seemed like this pest was forcibly trying
to get on her plate and make her be Penny’s next problem.
Her eyes caught sight of someone who was standing at the corner of her eye and she caught the butler who had
been quietly watching them. Seeing him almost ready to scurry away from sight without being caught, Penny spoke,
“Pardon me, mistress Grace but I have been told not to answer anyone but Master Damien. The butler is here. Let
me ask him to prepare the tea so that you can relax in your room while drinking it,” said Penny which in the least
possible scenario didn’t sit well with the vampiress.
Grace looked terribly furious for the unwanted courage this lowly human was showing towards her. The
vampiress raised her hand where Penny saw it coming. In that split second, she weighed on if she was to take the
blow or stop it. For that second, Penny forgot her position in the mansion she stood in and raised her own hand
to catch of the vampiress hand which was enough to slow down from coming right at her face.
The slave’s boldness made Grace furious. Her eyes were wide yet dark in ill anger glaring at the slave.
Unfortunately, for Penny, she had not only forgotten about her being a slave at that time but she had also
forgotten that the girl standing in front of her though looked her age or a year or two older to her wasn’t of her
own kind.
Grace used her vampire strength to get back to holding Penny’s hand as she twisted it around. The girl’s strength
felt to be inhuman after all she was a vampire where she went on to twist Penny’s arm behind her back making
her wince in pain but not once did she scream or cry out of pain.
Even the butler who had previously planned to escape from the hall now had his heart thumping in his chest.
With what he had learned here in Quinn’s mansion, not a single servant had dared to stand against Lady Grace
until now. But in truth, no servants working in any household of the vampire ever dared to do things their
master’s ad mistress or owners were displeased of. And there was a good reason for it.
Falcon saw master Damien’s slave being punished by the lady of the house. The vampiress had slapped and
kicked the servants as she saw it fit to be. Not in his wild dreams would he have expected someone to stop Lady
Grace from leaving a slap on a person and this might be the first person. A human who was nothing but a slave.
The anger bounced from the vampiress’s face as she twisted the slave’s arm further where he saw the face
contour and twist one to be of pain.
The butler was sure that this human was going to break her arm today where she would be left with only her left
hand. Not able to help himself, he walked towards the lady and the slave.
Trying to think quickly, he said, “Lady Grace, the blood tea-”
“Did I ask you, you good for nothing butler?” the lady glared at him not happy that he was trying to interfere with what she was going to do with this slave.
Penny was sure her arm was going to come off her shoulder today. The vampiress not once had reduced the pain
but was only twisting it further and about as if want to torture her slowly before ripping off her arm. Her
breathing had started to fall short as her mind started to concentrate on the pain coming from her shoulder
which was connected to the arm.
“What are you doing, Grace?” It was Damien who descended down from the top of the stairs, his clothes still
unchanged but the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. He had a folded paper in his hand as he walked
down, his eyes taking in the scene where his pet was being held by his step-sister.
“Did you discipline your slave here? It appears to me that she still thinks she is free to do what she wants. Don’t
tell me she treats you the same behind that closed doors of your room,” Grace twisted Penny’s arm further, finally
pleased to hear a small sound coming from the slave’s mouth.
“How curious to know what I do in my bedroom. Who knew you would turn out to be like that, Grace. We might
be step-siblings but really,” Damien gave out a shocked expression that irritated the young vampiress who
gritted her teeth.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 46 – Not getting punished?- Part 1
Grace out of anger only turned Penny’s arm to another side where the furrow between the slave’s forehead
increased. Damien noticing this looked at his butler who was quietly standing, raising the paper which was rolled
he handed it to him,
“Take this to Lord Nicholas’ mansion,” the butler bowed his head, not spending another a minute as an order had
been given to him, he walked towards the main doors and away from them, “Let go of her sister.”
Grace tilted her head in curiosity, “Why? She doesn’t even know who the mistress is. She even shows the courage to deflect me.”
“Then she’s done well,” spoke Damien, “Now let her go or things will only turn messy if that is what you want.”
“What are you going to do? Rip out my doll’s heads and burn them in front of me? I am not a little girl anymore,”
asked Grace who had not let go of Penny’s arm while she stood behind the slave.
Damien smiled, and evil smile which made Penny herself uncomfortable, “That didn’t stop you from mentioning
it. Does it still hurt? To have your beloved things being ruined in front of you.”
“Then maybe I should do the same.”
“Try and you will see the consequences,” Damien’s eyes settled on his sister instead of Penny, keeping her in the
place where she didn’t move an inch from where she stood, “Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. Poor pet Panda of
yours, I wonder how she would taste.”
Grace knew her stepbrother wasn’t bluffing to the slightest. She knew he would do it. Harming her pet. Penny
finally felt her head being let go and it felt as if her soul had returned back to her body after the painful twist of
her arm. She stood in between the two vampires who stared at each other. One with hate and another with
amus.e.m.e.nt.
“This one is mine, so I would expect her to follow my orders and not anyone else’. Do you understand that? Now
if you have something to do, get someone else to do your job.”
Even though Grace who looked angry wanted to stay here and fight. She didn’t believe that the fight was worth
her losing her pet bird. With anger, she strode off from the hall to go to her own room. Damien looked at his step sibling storm.
Sparing a single look at the slave, he started to walk back towards the stairs saying, “Hurry now before you go looking for another trouble.”
Penny wanted to speak back to him but having dealt with one pureblooded vampire was enough for the night
and she didn’t want to go through another similar episode. She turned around and started to walk towards the
kitchen as that was where the exit was that led to the servants quarters. Not looking left or right with the maids
she had already come across, she exited the mansion to finally step out to be surrounded by darkness.
The night was as dark as the other nights, but there was no sight of thunder or lightning which meant it wouldn’t
rain today. She caught sight of the man she had met in the servant’s quarters. The man who had led her to the bath.
“You appear and disappear like a phantom,” the man commented seeing her walking up towards the entrance of
the quarters, “I am Rupert,” he introduced himself.
Had they not introduced themselves last time? Penny couldn’t remember with the amount of rain she had soaked herself in.
“Penelope,” she said keeping it short to pass by him and get through the cave-like walls where this time the
lantern burnt itself not brightly but in a small flame. Apparently a room was assigned down here with the slave
clothes she would need. She rubbed the top of her arm where she could feel her muscle pain with the amount of
turn the vampiress had done on her arm. After she was done washing she stepped out of the quarters to see the
man who was still there standing outside.
Thankfully the man didn’t stop her by to speak to her and she hurried herself to the pureblooded vampire’s room
who was waiting for her. Knocking on the door, she noticed the door to be open.
“Get inside,” she heard Damien’s voice. Pushing her hand gingerly, she stepped inside the room and closed the
door behind her which made a soft click.
Damien laid on the bed, his back resting against the head of the bed and his legs outstretched, his ankles crossed
against one over the other. He wore the framed glass which rested on the bridge of his nose as he read a book in
his hand.
Penny felt like she had suddenly turned to a duck with her feet which moved very slow as she placed it on the
ground. She went to stand next to the other side of the bed. Unsure of what to do now, she wondered if it was
alright to get inside the bed and sleep as soon as she could. Or at least lie and act that she had fallen asleep.
As she contemplated what to do, Damien to look and speak to her, “Are you planning to sleep while standing
today? Get in the bed,” he raised his eyebrow. Nodding her head, she crawled in and placed her back flat on the
bed at first. After a minute passed, she wondered to herself if it was alright to turn to sleep on her side so that
she could have her back against him such that she wouldn’t have to face him.
Truthfully she was expecting him to scold her or say anything about the scene hat occurred in the hall a while
ago. The more she waited with her eyes open ready to hear him speak and give her punishment, her master
didn’t utter a word and instead carried on to read the book in his hands.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 47 – Not getting punished?- Part 2
Penny’s eyes moved to the corner, very cautiously watching him read with the utmost seriousness which she was
used to seeing. Maybe this was the only time he was serious without his lopsided grin that normally stayed up in
his lips as if he had planned a delicate yet successful plan of someone. Moving her gaze away from him, she
pulled the blanket up to her nose, staring at the ceiling of the bed which was made of mirror. She came to realize
she was an idiot for craning her neck to look at Damien when she could see him up in the mirror.
The mirror made Penny ask herself as to how much of a narcissist this man was to have a mirror fixed up in the
ceiling of the bed. His midnight-black hair look ruffled as if he had run his hand over it many times, not bothered
with the messy and disheveled appearance.
She waited for him to tell her anything.
“Stop staring and get to sleep.”
Penny quickly closed her eyes as if to prove him wrong that she wasn’t staring at him. Did he have an extra pair
of eyes upon his head too? This demon creature, she thought to herself before she very discreetly in her opinion
got inside the blanket.
But at the same time, she realized he hadn’t placed a pillow between them. Was it too late to do it? Doing it right
in front of him, God only knew what words would come out from him. She hoped that Damien would not mistake
her to be one of his pillows in the middle of the night. She later realized that she hadn’t thanked him.
If he hadn’t appeared, there was a possibility that her arm would still not be intact to her body. She should have
been careful but her catching hold of Lady Grace’s hand had been more of a reflex while she was still thinking
what to do.
It was the first time she had come across such a strong girl and for a minute before Damien had appeared she
was sure that the vampiress would break it like a piece of carrot. She would next time be sure but had she done
the right thing? No, said Penny to herself. By not listening to Lady Grace and catching her hand in the air, she had
directly or indirectly waged a war. And now Penny was sure that she was going to be one of the most hated to be
killed list of Lady Grace with the look she had thrown at both Damien and her before storming away from the hall.
Maybe it would be a good idea to take the two hours which Damien had proposed earlier this evening in the
carriage. It didn’t need much time and all she had to do was devise a plan of escape. Once she was far and away
from the land of Bonelake, he wouldn’t be able to do a thing.
But what about the picture? She wondered if he had lied to her. After all, they had spent less than a week
together and him claiming that he had a picture of her drawn didn’t add things right in her mind. Even if she took
that he had a picture, it would be of no use once she would leave the land of Bonelake and go to another land.
She could pick any of it and he would never know. There was Valeria, Woville, and Mythweald.
That was right, thought Penny to herself. Before her arm would be torn away from her body, she had to somehow
get it done. Turning carefully to her side, she placed her cheek on the soft pillow. The irony, she thought to
herself. She had been turned to a slave yet she was made to sleep on the bed with Master Damien. Wasn’t that
odd? She asked herself. The more she tried to learn about him, the less sense it made to know and understand
him.
Right now she was pretending to sleep and getting up ask him about it would only make things suspicious. She
would ask him tomorrow. Internally nodding to herself, she stared at the objects that were in front of her before
she decided to close her eyes this time to actually sleep while hoping he wouldn’t come to her side of the bed.
She started to head towards the edge of the bed when he realized she had left a good amount of space next to her.
Damien who was reading the book in his hand noticed the subtle movements in the bed where his pet tried to
move away farther away from him. His eyes narrowed, and he caught hold of the blanket pulling it away from her
in the same subtly she moved away from him which resulted in her not having a blanket that covered her anymore.
Due to the cold weather, even the fireplace which was burning in the room wasn’t sufficient enough to give the
heat Penny wanted. When she tried to move over to the edge of the bed, the blanket from her body slipped
away. Going to pick the blanket discreetly, she tried pulling it closer to her but strangely the blanket didn’t come
to her. Instead, it seemed like suddenly it had turned short. She wondered why though.
The next time she pulled with a little more force it didn’t move which made her feel suspicious.
‘Ah…’ thought Penny. She closed her eyes not knowing what to do.
“Looks like you don’t need the blanket. Seeing how you have moved away from it, I am sure you will fine.” He
found out, thought Penny to herself and then turned around the bed where her eyes first met the mirror to see
him looking at her.
When she turned around completely, she met his eyes directly where he peered down at her through his glasses
with a blank expression as if she were the book.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 48 – Smokey night- Part 1
In one swift movement, Damien pulled the blanket completely off her leaving her with nothing to cover but the
dress that she wore and the air around her. Hsi expression then suddenly changed to a sweet one, he smiled
looking at her as if he meant her no harm to say, “Is this what you wanted? Have a goodnight’s sleep,” he pulled
out his glasses to place it on the stand. Placing his book next to it and blowing the candle next to him.
Penny being stubborn, didn’t ask for the blanket. After all who needed a blanket right?
An hour passed when Penny shivered in the cold weather on the bed. She needed something to cover herself or
she knew she would freeze herself to death tonight. Penny had hoped that somewhere he would give it back out
of pity at least but now she doubted if he even knew the word.
The room was dark but not dark enough that one would stumble around and fall. The light which came from the
window seemed like the moon had made its presence finally after many days. Turning to the other side, she saw
Damien who had his eyes closed with the blanket wrapped around his body. There was a good piece of blanket
that was unused. She was tempted to take it from him. The little piece of blanket which would cover at least something.
She spent another hour, hoping she would fall asleep but the cold didn’t let her sleep that she turned her body
around. Running her hands over her arms, she could feel the goosebumps that had formed on her skin. Her
hands were cold and so was her feet. Even her nose had turned wet and cold! Shivering in the middle of the
night, she slowly inched closer to Damien but still with a distance where she slowly pushed her feet to get under
the blanket which was left out.
She sighed softly. At least there was something that felt warm and not cold. But a body and mind were always
greedy. Now that her feet had got the warmth it needed, her arms and other surfaces of the body wanted the
blanket too.
Knowing she couldn’t do it, she pulled away her feet too and let the cold bite her skin. Accepting it without further complaints.
Damien who was sleeping next to Penny where the girl had finally fallen asleep opened his eyes after feeling no
other movements coming from the other side of the bed. How stubborn, he thought to himself. The human had
to sleep quietly yet she had tried to move further and farther away. This seemed to be an apt punishment.
He saw her body curl itself due to the cold. Getting up from the bed, and walking around the room, he closed the
window first. Picking up something from the table he stepped into his room’s patio. Walking to look at the sea
which covered the entire scene. It was a beautiful calm view. Even more beautiful to kill someone, where getting
the body was impossible after it was thrown down.
Taking the cigar which he had picked up, he lit it for the ends of it to turn red in color. Letting it burn before he
placed it in his mouth, biting the other end with his teeth. Taking a deep swig from it, she blew the smoke out of
his mouth before taking another one. The smoke dispersed itself in seconds as if was never even there to begin
with.
Once the cigarette burned out until the end, he threw it down where the little stick fell from Damien’s patio.
Flying in the air with a burning light started to reduce to only be extinguished when the red tip touched the
surface of the water before going to float in the waves of the water.
He looked at the horizon which touched the water and the dark sky where clouds moved in time as the wind
blew. Going back inside the room, he caught sight of the girl who had curled herself in her sleep due to the cold
weather. The fire in the fireplace had slowed down, the logs of woods which had been previously burning bright
turned to ashes.
Walking towards the fireplace, he crouched down to add logs of woods. Waiting for the smaller and leaner wood
to catch fire, he finally stood up. Going back to the doors of the patio, he pulled it close, locking the doors before
getting towards the bed where his eyes fell on the girl who was fast asleep.
Penelope’s hair was spread out on the pillow where her head rested gently, one side of her cheek hidden while
the other exposed for view. Her hand was brought close to her chest which was held in a loose fist.
The girl was utterly beautiful in Damien’s eyes. She had been since he had first caught her in the rain as she
carried the umbrella over her head. Standing alone in the rain while the rest of the village had gone to take
shelter in their houses. He wondered if that was when she had been kidnapped.
No one wonder she was taken to the slave establishment. Sold to it. No person would stand in an isolated area
like that which was nothing less to an open invitation to be taken away. As she had now fallen fast asleep, her
subconscious didn’t know about the space she had left next to her. Her body away from the edge of the bed
where there was space now.
He looked at her features, the blonde strands of her hair to the sharp nose that was subtly pointed in a little
upward in direction. Her full lips were pink in color. They appeared to be in much better condition than when he
bought her from the black market.
Damien picked a piece of her long blonde hair, running his finger over the texture and feel of it.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 49 – Smokey night- Part 2
The girl should have been happy to have a bed to sleep on. A roof on her head to protect herself unlike where
she was placed in the filthy slave establishment instead she was being cheeky, thought Damien to himself.
He had taken her today to show what life offered to the slaves in this and the other lands. Slaves were nothing
but placed for the higher society’s amus.e.m.e.nt. As they were brought from the owner’s money, the owner had
the ability to do anything to the slaves for their pleasure or enjoyment. What she saw today was only the peek to
what was part of the dark world she had come to be part of.
He hadn’t brought her by whim but because he wanted to have her and let no one else have the privilege of
what he had now. The girl was rather privileged when compared to the other slaves and undoubtedly she would
come to appreciate for his way of kindness, he said to himself as he dropped the piece of hair back down near
where it had been resting. Getting back on the bed, he laid back down with his back against the bed, staring at the mirror the hung up above him to see the girl.
After a while, Damien closed his eyes with one hand of his that was placed under his head with the pillow below beneath it.
By the time of morning arrived, Penny didn’t feel much cold which she wondered if it was because daylight had
started to hit the lands. Unaware of the fact that the doors and the windows were closed along with the fireplace
started again to keep the room warm. She heard the rustling of clothes where her eyes groggily opened to find
Damien with his pants on but the red shirt that he wore was unbuttoned from the bottom to the top.
The muscles were taut, looking smooth and unblemished with a hint of tan on them. Penny remembered the time
when she had gone to visit the fair in the village one time. Was it last year or the year before that? She couldn’t
remember it that well but she had lingered in the fair longer than she had planned to. Stumbling across various
things one didn’t offer at the time of day which only made her curious.
Penny had made her way through the thick crowd, passing by various bottles that were told to have abilities to
make a person do things to the stones which were beautiful in color. The shop keeper had called it to be charm
stones which made her wonder which villager had that kind of money where one could buy the charm stones in
terms of gold coins.
She had wandered off further until at the far end where the stalls where put up near the edge of the forest where
young men and women wore little clothes or revealing clothes which would look appealing to a lot of them while
sending some of the most chaste minds running in the direction as if this were an entire forbidden land.
Not in her wildest dream had she thought she would see something close to what she saw there but what she
wasn’t aware was that there were many people who sold themselves openly to earn the money to their higher
owners. She remembered a man who surpassed all the males in her village. His chest had been bare except for
something tied around his neck like a collar with a pant. He was dazzling, standing lazily with an arrogant look on
his face where he was hovered by two women who definitely didn’t look like they belonged to her village. By
their clothes, it was obvious that they belonged to a well off family and if she didn’t know better she would have
left it as someone who belonged to the high family but they were vampires. Not pureblooded vampires but average vampires.
Penelope’s eyes had moved across taking in the scene when the man’s eyes met hers as if in curiosity. Standing
with a good amount of distance she had seen the male who finally gave her a smile as if inviting her to come to
talk and have a look at what they had to offer.
“What are you doing standing that far, lady. Come take a look,” one of the females spoke to her, making her
break her gaze from the man to look at a brunette woman who looked at her. The woman was equally gorgeous
which made Penny feel rather quite unattractive right now.
She hadn’t expected someone to talk to her and had only meant to look. Having being put under the spotlight,
she shook her head as if meaning to tell that she wasn’t planning to spend a night with anyone here.
“We have a lot of customers who can vouch on how good the people in here are,” said the woman, looking back
at the tents that were set up behind them. Penny didn’t have to guess too far on what was going on in there, “All
you have to do is tell me your preferences, I will make sure you have the right one to full fill your desire. Even I
can do,” she licked her lips while taking two steps forward which had made her gulp before she turned around and walked to the front of the fair.
Penny didn’t know why but there was something off about them. They weren’t slaves because slaves were much
more docile with what she had witnessed yesterday and also in the slave establishment. They appeared to be
more free-willed, their words and actions different compared to the rest of them.
Coming back to the present where she laid on the bed. Seeing Damien like this, she quickly closed her eyes as if
behaving she was asleep and hadn’t seen his n.a.k.e.d torso exposed to her full view. But it was already too late.
“You are awake.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 50 – Meddling hair- Part 1
Penny opened her jade green eyes which looked white and neat as if she had slept well.
“Did you know, little mouse, there is this house. Mandel’s. They once hung the servant for not being able to
follow the basic decorum of what a worker was supposed to do. All because he failed to wake up in the morning.
I must say servants are really carefree to think they can sleep even after their master wakes up.”
Damien’s words were light as he applied something from the bottle on his face, letting a scent disperse in the
wind that often surrounded him in the air. Penelope was quick to jump out of bed.
“What happened?” he asked tilting his head in question as if confused with her sudden behavior. This man really
was something, she thought to herself, “Don’t worry I won’t hang you out in the tree. What would the point if I
do that, right? Where is the lesson learned?”
Penny while still facing him pulled the blanket which had somehow reached her. Had she pulled the blanket in
her sleep? Beginning to fold it, she heard him say,
“I instead like giving a good lesson to everyone. Taking away a person’s life is equal to finishing your favorite
dessert in a minute and having nothing there. One should learn how to savor, to prolong its existence until the
very last bite.”
Placing the blanket at the foot of the bed. She turned around to climb on the bed to fluff the pillow and pull the
cover of the bed as she flattened it with both her hands.
“Don’t you agree, little mouse?” Just as when Penny turned to face him, Damien was already there standing an
inch away from her face, “I like the fact that you are quick to know what to do when I say a word. The f.u.c.k.i.n.g
peasants are always so slow, they get on my nerves and I cannot help but want to…” he placed his hand on her
shoulder that automatically had her shoulder straighten as if a thunderstruck her, “Break it into pieces.”
The grip on her shoulder was firm and hard. Though it wasn’t painful, it was a grip where she couldn’t escape.
She also didn’t know if it was because of the mental block of what happened yesterday before she had gone to
take a bath. After what his sister did by twisting her arm, she was scared to move. The last thing she wanted was
to break her shoulder or any body part.
“Please don’t break it. I will be sure to follow the rules,” Penny spoke out hurriedly as if worried that if she
disregarded or provoked him it would take him less than two seconds to break the bones in her body. If his sister
itself was that strong she couldn’t dare to think how strong the vampire who stood in front of her could be.
“I wasn’t planning to. What gave away?” he asked her, his red eyes staring down at her. Her legs were still on the
bed, standing on her knees which didn’t match their height and she had to crane her head up, “Do you know
how many people I have killed?”
Penny gulped softly. Why was he asking her that? “I don’t know, master Damien.”
He nodded his head, “More than the number of chickens that a butcher takes out from the far corner of the
street,” the reference he gave her bounced right behind her head which didn’t give her the figure, “I have killed
many until now. Blood is what is soaked in my hands,” he said while not taking his eyes away from her, “Any the
number of servants and slaves are the most I have killed. Not because I find enjoyment in killing them, as I said,
what is the point of ending life but some really know how to annoy you by just breathing. Have you met anyone like that, little mouse?”
Penny’s mouth had gone dry at the thought of what was going to happen to her. She realized that he hadn’t
buttoned his shirt yet.
Moving her lips she said, “There were some like that.” Penny had come across many elderly women who often
spouted things that were untrue. In the end, it had resulted in Penny and her mother turning hostile to the
people of their villagers.
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Damien raised his brow before smiling wickedly, “Of course, it shouldn’t come as surprise. The lower classed
people have a lot of time to gossip, isn’t that right? Not that it doesn’t happen in the higher class,” the smile on
his lips continued before the girl could voice her own opinion.
“There isn’t much difference between the lower and the high class,” Penny said with a straight face while feeling
his finger on her shoulder which hadn’t moved. It felt as if a poisonous spider had fallen to settle on her shoulder
which she was worried would bite her any second if she did something she wasn’t supposed to do.
“There isn’t,” he agreed to her, “Why do you look shocked? There are some things we both can agree upon,” he
grinned and for the third time, she caught the sight of the fangs. Was he planning to drink from her? Thinking
about this, her heart started to thud in her chest. Damien leaned forward, his lips falling next to her ears where he
whispered, “Sshh, not yet, my dear. I will keep you around me for long. You’re stuck with me,” he promised where
Penny felt her freedom slipping further away from her fingers.
“W-why have you placed your hand on my shoulder?” she stated her fear of his close proximity.
“I was worried about my dear pet,” he was worried? thought Penny to herself. She was worried and internally
there were the church bells going off like an oncoming danger, “How’s your shoulder doing now?” he asked
pressing it. For now, it seemed alright but if he continued with extra pressure she wouldn’t have a shoulder where
he could ask for its state.
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