Chapter 2

She tried desperately to stay awake. Ethan made her stay where she was and wait for a short while before a car came to pick them up. She didn't know where she was going to be taken, and she wrapped herself tightly around Ethan's jacket and kept pulling it down. Subconsciously, she didn't want to look so lousy in front of Ethan.

The driver who came to pick Ethan up was very professional and didn't take spare looks at them when he saw Ethan with a strange girl, and even raised the baffle after getting in the car.

With the warm air on in the car, Norma had a very restless night. She couldn't believe that she had really gotten out of that magic hole, but her heart was slowly falling again when she thought of Suppressor's destiny.

She took a glance up at the man sitting next to her. He had a surprisingly good look, a look that could not be separated from a life of respectability. His waist was thin and his legs were long, and his hair shone with a soft and bright glow in the hazy light of the car. He seemed to be in a good mood, whose fingertips were tapping the glass as if he was humming an unknown piece of music.

She didn t know what was being hummed, probably some Irish ditty.

Norma just listened in a daze, and she was so tired and sleepy. After what seemed like a long time, and then only a second, she suddenly fell into a cloud of fog.

She fell into a dream.

In the dream she was younger, when she was first sent to the Suppressor store. She was not well fed or clothed, and she was often beaten. The owner of the Suppressor store changed from one owner to another, but endless beatings and torture were constant. Her chest was burned with purple scars, and her inner thighs still had centipede-like scars.

All those were at the behest of the "father". Her cries and screams were his revenge, which were also Norma's nightmare. It's not that she hadn't prayed to be bought over the years, she struggled foolishly at first, tried to kill herself or attacked the owner, and sooner or later she was returned, or maybe other buyers weren't "brutal" enough to satisfy "Father", causing her to spend year after year in the Suppressor store, she actually lived a life worse than death.

She was displayed like a commodity in the window. Her throat was unable to speak in full sentences because of the collar she had been tightly bound to for years, and her left eye was grazed by the whip and she couldn t see very well.

There were all tortures and miseries in her dreams, causing her a burst of tears.

But the next second, her cold hand seemed to be held by something, causing her to subconsciously tremble and wake up from her dream.

As soon as she woke up, she collided with the sea-like blue.

Norma spent the rest of the journey in a daze, hearing that the relationship between Suppressor and the werewolves was more than just food and master, and that the nominal "father" had always wanted more brutal werewolves to buy her and torture her.

The shopkeeper sold her so quickly to the man in front of her, was he really as gentlemanly as he looked?

That was almost impossible.

The more Norma thought about it, the more horrified she felt. She had learned the identity of the man in front of her from the decorations on the car, and in society, it was easier for them to torture a Suppressor to death than to step on an ant. And what about her? What fate would await her?

Her head hung low, she could not speak, she could not make more advanced company for her master, then she would be reduced to a vessel, a vessel that held blood. She would be tortured, sucked of blood, and when her blood was drained, she would probably be thrown to the Suppressor Breeding Center, where she would keep getting pregnant until she dies.

Suppressor Breeding Centers were horrific in their cruelty, with male Suppressors being sold more quickly to werewolf packs to serve as stallions or as the lowest of slaves, while the female Suppressors were bought by different Suppressor stores depending on their beauty, in order to sell them for a good price.

If she did not have such a face, and that kind of identity... she would not have come to the largest Suppressor store of the isolated island.

According to the current healing level, her blood was S-rank, which was actually not extremely rare in healing abilities, SS-rank, or even SSS-rank female Suppressors were also auctioned from time to time.

Would she only be reduced to such a tool in the hand of the man in front of her.?

She didn't notice that Ethan was keeping his eyes on her at that moment.

He was kinda like checking his collection, sweeping inch by inch over the young girl's face, skin, long slender legs, and jade-like ankles.

Her fingertips are pink, the unique color of a young girl. Her hair is black and sets off her skin.

She seemed like a kind of excellent porcelain, as long as there was a light, nothing could hide her.

Her collar was so worn out that he wanted to replace it with a ruby one.

Ethan thought seriously.

Ethan was in a good mood all the way, and his eyes were rested on the worn collar around Norma's neck, which had been worn for many years, supposedly when she was a little girl, and now that she was older, the collar was strangled so tightly that she had a red mark on her neck.

He stroked Norma's hair, stroke by stroke, as if he was patting a puppy. Norma was rambling, and his movements were light enough that they escaped Norma's notice. Her hands were crossed, and the nail on one finger had pinched a crescent bend to the other.

But he seemed not satisfied with just stroking the young girl's hair, his hand slipped down and slid across the girl's chest, then gently grazed the skin with nails, which brought Norma right back to her senses.

She did not dare to resist, yet only clinging to the back of the chair, biting her lip and not daring to move. She was really afraid, the shopkeeper's insults and beatings on her all these years had never been so embarrassing and nervous as now.

Ethan's fingertips rested on the dark purple petals. The scar was wonderfully long, like a petal falling on her chest, and like a bit of a stamen, indescribably setting her off and making people's hearts flutter.

His fingertips continued down, stopping at her waist, which was as thin as a willow, and he loved it so much that he couldn't resist sliding over it, making her skin tremble with fear. He paused, and then fondly continued down, finally stopping between her legs.

Her legs were long and slender, and her skin was white, like Siren at the bottom of the sea.

Norma refrained from shivering. She didn't want to be thrown out of the car at the point, as it was just too cold outside and she would die.

Ethan's hand kneaded her leg, which was really very rare. In the pack of werewolves, Ethan had always been rather special, he had almost no signs of bestiality, although according to his age, soon he would have a bestial period, which was completely different from the old time when the moon was small and the elders of the family said he needed a Suppressor.

From his early childhood, he had a calmness and self-control beyond his race. The whole families were also completely in accordance with the standards of the heir in training him, after taking power, he had never been close to women, strong and indifferent, Such a scene of kneading a young girl was too rare to see.

But he just couldn't help it, he loved playing with his new toy, he loved seeing some new reactions from his toy, whether it was trembling, or biting her lip. He just wanted to see it.

"You are so strange." He said with a general sigh, "From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to do like this. Do you think that we had met somewhere before?"

Norma bit her lip. But where had she met with the noblemen? She only felt fear.

Ethan was still looking at her. He was leaning close, looking very focused. His left hand was holding the fingertips of her right hand, and his right hand was reaching out and catching the ringing bell on her collar.

"Don't move." He spoke and came closer, Norma subconsciously backed up and was pressed against the car door. She opened her mouth to make a sound, but even with all her strength, she could only make a "ho-ho" sound hoarsely. She subconsciously pursed her lips again, with her eyes drifted, seemingly she was really afraid to face Ethan's eyes.

Ethan's smile slowly faded as he groped at Norma's swan-like neck, despite the reluctance she showed.

That was actually an extremely ambiguous scene, the petite young girl was wrapped in his jacket, revealing her waist and half of her tempting collarbone. As her chest heaved, a corner of that bright red petal appeared in his eyes. Her long hair had been already wrapped around her face, revealing a look like a small beast. Her petite throat shook slightly, which arose his desire to destroy.

Apparently Ethan also realized something as he took a short breath. He lowered his head and chased Norma s eyes. He was too close, as his hands pressed her neck and his voice grazed the corner of her lips, Norma could only be forced to tilt her face to accept his teasing.

"You're beautiful." Norma couldn't control the trembling, she didn't dare to run away. As an S-rank humanoid inhibitor, she was just a piece of food in front of a real werewolf.

"I'm going to take you home with me." He smiled as honey, "I'll buy you a prettier collar. Bells are nothing, I'll make you happier. Have you ever been to Fish Island? The whole island has my name written on it, and I'll adorn your collar with real gems."

The more he spoke, the more exciting he got, while Norma's face was getting more paled uncontrollably and her nerves all seemed to tremble as every word Ethan said struck at her frayed nerves. She tried to refuse but she couldn't make a sound, she grew visibly anxious. Reaching out her tender white hand against Ethan's chest, but to the werewolf, her resisting was more like a flirting.

"But before that." He suddenly withdrew his smile and even moved away from the girl. He flipped his face like flipping a book, and Norma subconsciously froze for his strange actions.

His right index finger snapped, and Norma felt nothing but relief in her throat. The years of bondage were suddenly gone, and she looked down to see Ethan's hand retracted from behind her hair, a worn collar hanging from those noble and slender fingers.

Ethan took her collar off...

Norma opened her mouth as she struggled to say something, but Ethan put his index finger up to her lips and winked at her playfully.

"The first thing you're going to learn to say is never a 'why ." He reached out and hung her hair back over her ear, revealing her pretty face.

Her face was so small, timid and good-looking.

What a wonderful plaything!

He murmured as if he were whispering to his lover, and he said, "Baby, the first sentence you learn should be to call me 'master ."