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4.07% Young master Damien's pet / Chapter 31: Drying wet hair

บท 31: 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 that the actual punishment started where her clothes were utterly drenched and the air blowing on the wet clothes made it that much colder and made 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. 

"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 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 of her hair 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 the fireplace. 

"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 a 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 on, 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. The 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 me. 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 was a man dead at his feet where he had sucked the blood out, he had chopped the auctioneer's fingers.

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 hands 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 severe his punishments went. 

"I don't like you being quiet. 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 write 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 the 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 that."

"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 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 look.  


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บท 32: 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 amusement 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 trolley 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?"

"Yes."

"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 were 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 amusement. Enjoying the girl's reaction where she looked utterly flustered 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?"

"Doing what?"

"This," she said before adding, "Master Damien," so that she wouldn't offend him by even mistake. 

Damien cocked 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 can-"

"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 in 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...

NOTE: Add new book to your library 'Allure of the Night' 


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