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2.62% Young master Damien's pet / Chapter 20: Cold sweat

Chapter 20: Cold sweat

She had been staring at the marble floor, the smooth white letting the light that came from the chandelier shine like glittering gold when two slices of bread were brought in front of her face. Just the smell of the butter wafting across her nose had her mouth water at the sight of it. Her stomach grumbled and she licked her lips. 

Lifting her head up, she saw Damien who was speaking to his father while his hand hung in the air. Taking the opportunity, she took hold of it and quickly started to eat it. In a span of seconds, the two loaves of bread had disappeared into her stomach. As she licked the breadcrumbs off the tips of her fingers, she felt as if someone was watching her.

At first, she thought it was Damien but the man was busy eating his own meal and drinking something red which Penny guessed to be blood. The thought of him consuming blood made her stomach flip and twist. She had never been in the company of vampires before less pureblooded vampires to see them drink blood. With the continued gaze, Penny finally looked ahead of her to see not one but two pairs of eyes staring down at her. One with absolute disgust while the elder woman's lips were set in a thin line of annoyance. 

"Ah, it's making my eyes hurt by merely looking at her. Did you even see how she ate? There are crumbs all over the floor," complained Grace to her mother without keeping her voice down. 

As soon as Penny's eyes had narrowed, in the same haste, it had turned back to normal when she realized the two women noticing her change in expression which came out rude. Rude because none of the slaves ever had the nerve to look back at their owners or any higher-ups until now. 

"What are you looking at?" Grace questioned Penny, one of her thin eyebrows raising up in question while trying to show who was the lowly creature in the room which was Penny. 

If the people in the room could hear her thoughts, by now Penny would have been hung outside like a dry cloth under the sun to dry until death struck her but fortunately none of them could. 

"Stop ordering my pet, Grace. If you want to order someone go buy one yourself," Damien had finished the blood tea, leaving it in a clattering sound on the table which broke the women's gaze from Penny to him. 

"Why?" questioned Grace, "We are family, shouldn't we share the things together." 

"Grace is right," Penny heard the mother agree to what her daughter just said and before the woman could say anything more, Damien let out a tired sigh.

His stepmother hadn't finished speaking yet he had stood up from his seat. Handing another loaf of bread to her, he spoke, "I found her. I paid for her and I was the one who brought her here. Now if you see closely, everything here indicates I, me and myself. Grace, did you forget. Your elder brother doesn't share, buy your own toys to play, and stay far from mine," Damien smiled looking at Grace who wasn't happy with what she heard from him. 

Now that Penny had been fed, she came to notice the tense atmosphere making her wonder if she was the reason for it. She didn't know why something felt off. It seemed that Quinn's had three children but their relationship didn't seem like the normal family. Not that she was someone who knew what came under normal terms of family relationship but she sure did feel something to be off here. 

But then, he leaned over to his older sister, dropping in a kiss on her cheek and then instructed Penny, "Follow me," Penny bent her head before following Damien. Seeing him walk through the hall and towards the entrance of the mansion, she asked him,

"Where are we going?"

"To hell. Are you going to try running away?" he asked without looking at her. 

"Do you ever reply to anything straightforwardly?" 

"Aren't we having a lot of questions. Got brave suddenly after having the bread?" his lips twisted when she went quiet suddenly, "I should cut down your food," Penny wasn't sure if he was joking or being serious. 

Before they could step out of the mansion, a maid who stood at the door had come to help Damien wear his overcoat. Penny had been looking at the door that had been carved intricately taking away her attention where she failed to notice the maid's shaky hands as she helped the master with his coat. 

Damien's sharp eyes only glared down at the maid, he stepped out along with Penny who had no shoes to protect her feet. Remembering the way both the nail and the thorn had made it's way to the bottom of her feet. She hadn't completely recovered from her health, the dizziness still lingering in her body yet this heartless vampire was making her go somewhere without telling her where. Penny knew if she were to complain, the blame would only come to fall upon her for running away from him. 

Seeing Damien step out of the mansion, a servant soon got the carriage ready to stand in front of the doors where Damien stood and Penny who stood behind him. 

Having not told where they were headed, Penny didn't ask again as for one thing she had come to realize this man had the habit to answer in his own way without giving out the reply that was asked for. The journey was a short one which took less than ten minutes before the carriage was pulled over. 

Penny followed Damien's footsteps right behind him as he approached the door. He didn't have to knock as the door opened right away. It wasn't any butler or a maid who opened it but a young woman, a vampire who looked happy to have Damien standing in front of her doorstep. 

"Mr. Quinn!" she sang his name, her eyes merely falling on Penny by a glance to look at Damien but it again darted to Penny. A frown of dislike forming on her forehead where her mood turned sour, "Who is this?" she questioned. 

"This is my slave, Penny. Penny, greet Ursula Young," Damien smiled. Penny only bowed her head but the girl still didn't look pleased. The vampiress named Ursula scanned Penny from head to toe which felt similar to the time when she was in the slave establishment. 

"When did you buy her?" Ursula continued with her questions.

"Two days ago," he answered, inviting himself in. Ursula who had her attention on Penny snapped her gaze back to Damien, ignoring the slave for now. 

"Would you like to have something to eat? Jannet prepared a wonderful breakfast," Ursula clapped her hand. Penny noticed the obvious affections of the girl directed towards Damien while he ignored with a bored expression on his face.

"Hmm, I ate. Here. This is for you," he fished for something inside his coat to pull out a familiar-looking dress which was none other than the one Penny had been asked to wear before asking it to be removed. Her eyes slightly widened at the sight of it. Damien had told it was for someone but never had she guessed that she would have to witness the ire of the girl for what she had done. She had pulled out the strings from the dress. 

An invisible cold sweat broke on her forehead and she wondered if it was too soon to be running for her life or if it was late. Her face was expressionless but the same couldn't be told for her heart. 

"This is the one that we saw! The beautiful dress!" she exclaimed, taking it from him and letting the dress flow so that she could take a look at it. While the vampiress was admiring the beautiful dress, Penny prayed, hoping she wouldn't notice the tear in the dress. 

Damien gave Ursula a half lopsided grin which told her that he knew she would like it. That didn't mean he didn't hear the human's heartbeat spike up under the excited words of the vampiress. 

"Let me go try it on to show you how it looks on me. Nolan!" she called a man who appeared to be in his middle-age. He was a human, his back hunched and his head constantly down, "Take Mr. Quinn to the drawing-room and get him refreshments," she ordered before hurrying herself away from them to put on the dress. 

Penny continued to stand next to the wall without leaning her back as Damien sat on the luxurious chair comfortably. She didn't have the mind to complain right now as every now and then her eyes darted to the door to see if the lady had arrived. 

After minutes had passed, the vampiress finally stepped into the room to show the dress to Damien which Penny had worn previously, "Such good designs. I love it, Mr. Quinn. To think that you bought the exact piece which was sold out by the merchant," she praised him while twirling round and round to let the bottom of the dress open like a flowing umbrella. 

"There is absolutely nothing that I cannot get my hands on. It suits you well, Ms. Young," Damien complimented her with a sweet smile which made the vampiress' heart melt. 

While the two vampires were complimenting the dress, Penny looked closely at the dress to see where exactly had she torn. By the looks of it, everything seemed intact.

Just as she was about to let out a sigh of relief, she heard a light sound of something tear. It didn't take her time to know where the sound came from as the dress the lady wore started to tear from the top to the back, exposing her skin from behind. 


Chapter 21: Promised punishment

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The lady who wore the dress looked utterly embarrassed at the harsh tear of the dress she wore. Her hands quickly touched her shoulder to feel her skin. Penny could feel sweat beginning to form from the worry for what she had done. Her intentions had not been to insult whoever wore the dress but with her body still recovering from the fever where Damien had played her by making her wear to only remove it, she had not thought it through. 

To spite him at that time, she had pulled out the strings with her nails, turning a little patch of the dress loose. She realized how childish she had been for doing something that could cost her neck right now. With her heart beginning to beat again, her hands turned clammy. Very discreetly she wiped the palms of her hand on the dress she wore. 

"I must execute the man for bringing me such a low-quality dress," Damien said, walking towards Lady Ursula, "Sincere apologies for the dress."

"Please don't be," Lady Ursula's cheeks had turned red. Penny wasn't sure if it was because of embarrassment or anger. Maybe it was both, thought Penny and as the thought crossed Damien threw a glance at her to which she shuddered further. Oh, no. He knew she had something to do with it, didn't he? "I will close his shop. How dare he provide you with something so low!"

"Don't bother yourself with that. I will be sure to handle the matter personally," his words pressed on the word personally which further added the fret to Penny's nerves. 

"Please excuse me, Mr. Quinn while I go change back my clothes,"  Lady Ursula held her hand on her shoulder. Secretly, Lady Ursula had hoped that Damien would offer his coat to hide the little mishap that took place but he didn't make a move. Damien didn't bother to nod and saw the lady leave the room. 

Penny felt awful for doing something so rude. By the few words she saw Damien and her exchange, Lady Ursula was pompous and smitten by Damien Quinn which she didn't know what was so appealing except for his handsome face. The man had a flippant mood which shifted left and right like a tail's whiplash. While Penny was looking at the woman leaving the room who was closely followed by the maid who had entered the room previously, she failed to notice the man walk towards her until he stood in front of her. 

She took a couple of steps away from him until she was cornered between the two walls, "Nowhere to run anymore," Damien smiled at her making her gulp. The smile on his face fell down like water being thrown at the fire, "Tell me, little mouse, did you have anything to do with the dress?" his red eyes staring at her jade green eyes. 

When he placed a hand on the wall, she heard the light thud which made her back go straighter than ever while she leaned, "Why would you think that, Master Damien?" Penny asked him, her words turning to be innocent like she was being accused of something she knew nothing of. 

"Don't try to pull that face on me," she heard Damien warn her.

"What face?"

"The one that you would for the theater," Penny's eyes widened at the revelation, "I know you used to work in the theater, Penny. Don't test my patience and be a good mouse when I ask you questions," out of the whole world Penny would have not guessed for him to know about her little work which even her uncle and aunt didn't know of. As both she and her mother used to live in another village, her relatives had no clue about it which had died down as a secret once she had left the village and moved to her relative's house after her mother's death. 

"How do you know about it?" she asked him, the innocence being replaced by a wisdom which she had come to acquire with age. 

A smile formed upon Damien's lips, "How do you think I know?" he questioned her question in return bringing a small frown on her forehead. Was it the slave establishment? No, they couldn't know, she said to herself to look back at him.

Damien had found out about it before he had even acquired Penny as his slave from the slave market, "Your heart has been very very noisy since I pulled out the dress for Lady Ursula. How rude of you to be damaging my goods when I clearly said it was for someone else. Surely, you didn't think I was deaf to not hear what you were doing behind the curtains of the bathroom," pureblooded vampires had a better hearing when it came to humans, prevailing even the average vampires but no one could have heard what Penny had done. Damien only made her believe that he had heard what she had done whilst making her admit to the trouble she had caused, "And so the little mouse was trapped under the claws and paws of the wolf. What should we do with you now?"

"Spare me," she whispered when she noticed the evil glint in his eyes that started swirling in those dark red eyes of his. 

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in the process, "I can't do that. My pet clearly has not been disciplined. If I let you this time, who knows what else you will do taking my lenience as an advantage and you know I am not kind," he tilted his head before stepping away from her, "I will make you reflect on it once we get back home. I hope you look forward to the through discipline," his smile was wide, his eyes crinkling at the ends but Penny didn't get the happy vibe from him. Rather it felt like the devil was going to suck the living soul out of her today. 

The maid who had accompanied Lady Ursula returned to see Penny who looked petrified. When she looked at Mr. Quinn the man gave out a very pleasing smile that melted her human heart. Her miss had really scored a man of good fortune. Mr. Quinn was not only a handsome man but he came from authentically old vampires who had tons of money and lands with powers. But what these powers were, the servants or even some of the elites had no clue of. 

"Mr. Quinn, Lady Ursula will be with you soon. Would you like to drink something in the meantime?" asked the maid, trying to be as polite as possible. He must have melted her heart but that didn't mean she didn't know how to serve him with absolute respect. He was, after all, a  pureblooded vampire. 

"If I asked you for your blood, will you give it to me until the last drop?" Damien's tone was casual which at first made the maid think that the man was only joking. It was only after a few seconds had passed with him waiting for her reply did she realize that the man was serious. 

Penny had been beating herself up over the thought of what she had done while also thinking if it was possible to push the man from the carriage on their way back home so that she could make a run from there. Her head snapped from the trance-like talk she was having in her head to hear Damien's words. 

"Mr. Quinn, you want to drink my blood?" asked the maid to make sure, her body slowly quivering under his dark hooded eyes. 

"Yes. I am sure that is what I said unless you are refusing me after asking me for a drink," surely the maid wasn't talking about him drinking from her! Penny bit her lip worried. One moment he appeared calm and normal, the other moment it was as if he had flipped the coin. She wondered if it was safe to interrupt their conversation but Penny wasn't an idiot. She was far from it, she nodded her head before whining to herself. If she wasn't the dress wouldn't have torn and nor would this maid be subjected to be Damien's food. 

Penny had no intention to be replaced as the food right now, but Damien had just finished his meal at Quinn's mansion. Was he going to drink the maid's blood until the last drop? She doubted his words as well as intention right now. It wasn't the time for her to be wondering but she wondered anyways if the man could grow fat if it was possible for pureblooded vampires to grow with excessive blood being drunk. She shook her head at her ridiculous thought to see the maid trembling from where she stood. 

She wanted to assure the maid in the room that he wouldn't be drinking her blood, at least not until the last drop but she was a slave who had no right to interfere when her master was talking. 

The maid tried to shift the conversation of him drinking her blood. She laughed softly, a pleasant laugh that sounded young, "Mr. Quinn surely wouldn't want to drink from a lowly servant like me."

"Don't worry, girl. I don't discriminate between my food and drink from where it comes. A meal is a meal that needs to satisfy my stomach," he patted his stomach. 

At the same time, Lady Ursula came through the doors wearing a new dress instead of the one she had worn before changing herself to the torn dress. Finding her maid standing with her head bowed and Mr. Quinn looking at her, the Lady looked at them confused. The atmosphere seemed stranger than when she had left with embarrassment. 

"Is everything alright?" she asked no one in particular but when her eyes shifted to look at Damien, a smile came to form on her lips as if she wasn't upset for the mishap with the dress. 

"Your maid refuses to give me the drink I asked for," Damien chuckled, his lips twisting with mirth, tearing his gaze from the maid who was petite in the figure. 

Lady Ursula frowned, furious on her maid for refusing something to the man she had been aiming to be her husband. Without asking what or why she walked to where the maid stood. The maid seeing the dress of her lady appear in her vision, she looked up after bowing her head. In time, the sound of the slap echoed through the walls of the room. 

"How dare you not obey the guest and be impudent?" asked Lady Ursula. The maid held her cheek with her hand in further fear, "Don't you know who he is or have you forgotten your job here? Who are you to refuse him?" Lady Ursula kicked the girl such that the maid fell down on the ground. 

Penny's eyebrows furrowed deep at the unpleasant sight. Just when she took a step forward, she heard Damien warn her,

"Don't," and Penny didn't take another step forward. Her head turned to look at him and saw his eyes taunting her to not dare cross the order he had given out to her now.


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