Chapter 3

Norma froze, completely unprepared for the situation of having someone remove the collar from her neck himself. That was very strange and frightening to her.

She had struggled for years to get rid of such an identity, but when someone actually removed the collar, she felt uneasy.

She tried to say something, but all she could do was make a futile and hoarse sound. She didn't know how to respond to Ethan? So she reached out and grabbed her neck, where the red mark strangled deep into her snow-white skin. She felt the outline of the red mark with her fingertips, which was the first time she had touched it after so many years.

Ethan couldn't take his eyes off her, her beauty was not like the beauty or cuteness of the general public, but a true desire. Her skin was snow white and her hair was like seaweed. The bright red mark also look like a ribbon, and she looked like a gift chosen by his own hands.

"Quiet." Ethan smiled as he stroked the girl's long hair and got close to her face, "Just keep quiet."

Norma gradually quieted down, holding her hand and using all her strength to keep herself calm. As a Suppressor, she feared abandonment and harm, but in reality, this abandonment and harms were permitted by law.

It was cold outside and she had to calm down; if she was roughly left behind in the car, she could freeze to death or even be ravaged by strangers.

The car stopped and Norma was at a loss for words. Ethan got out of the car before she did, and she panicked. Fearing that she would be left alone in the car, Norma stretched out her tender white fingers to eagerly open the door, but fumbled for a while and still didn t know how to open the door.

But the next moment the car door opened, cold air rushed in, and Norma looked up in alarm.

Ethan was looking at her with a smile containing in his eyes. He was extremely tall, at the moment his one hand was putting on the roof of the car, and another one was pulling open the car door, he slightly bent over, and his sea-like blue eyes were looking at the petite young girl.

Without extending his hand or doing anything that might startle her frayed nerves, he said softly, "It's okay to get out of the car."

At this angle, Norma suddenly realized that there was a moon behind him, but it was no longer scarlet, but extremely soft, with a tinge of blue.

Norma's legs were so weak, for she hadn't walked in a long time. She was limping as she couldn't put any strength into it, and she had to tug on the collar of her jacket with one hand to try to keep herself from getting naked. Ethan turned around and saw her walking slowly, and her long and thin legs were almost bare, just like a mermaid just landing.

An extremely strange feeling suddenly welled up in him, and caused him very uncomfortable. He did not want to see this scene, he even kind of wanted Norma to go back to the car and stay there.

But when he thought that Norma would be sharing a space with the driver, he suddenly thought it wasn't a bad idea to put up with it.

Norma walked and carefully surveyed. The car was parked in an underground garage, where a variety of very luxurious cars parked, and for the most stylish one, there was a large clan emblem logo, a logo same as Ethan's studs.

Norma thought about it, but when she walked through the corridor, Ethan stopped at the end of the room. The door was very tall, and the door handle was also inlaid with stones. Ethan pushed open the door, and the scene inside the door let Norma subconsciously widen her eyes.

The colorful lights shone brightly in the wide room, several young girls in revealing clothes were gathering together to say something. More precisely, they were werewolves, under the function of wine, they almost all showed their bestial ears, which all made the place more like an extremely private meeting place.

She was dumbfounded.

One of the young girls heard the movement back and shook the glass in her hand, which was bright with red liquid. Norma took a look at it and felt a kind of frozen coldness all over her body when she realized that liquid was not any drink or alcohol, but Suppressor's blood.

The young girl stood up. Her face looked tender, not too old at first glance, but what she did was enough to make Norma shiver.

The moment she stood up, Norma found that the girl was holding a rope in her hand behind the sofa, and as she got up, a male Suppressor also appeared together from behind the sofa, but he was crawling out, with the collar on his neck fixed one end of this rope, and another half wore the latest blood-sucking aid. Norma knew the horror of the aid, which was the latest tool used by the nobles of the werewolf pack. When the master sucked blood, he could no longer use a syringe to draw blood or suck it directly, but only needed to suck at the outer ring, and the inner ring would have 2 small suction ports in the carotid artery part to pierce the Suppressor s blood vessels. That was more painful for Suppressor than a syringe to draw blood, but the nobles in the werewolf pack preferred the new way to suck blood, and they thought it seemed very elegant and could be used even in public places.

Norma's eyes moved down to the male Suppressor who was crawling on his knees like a dog. Norma felt terrified that her kind had been living a life worse than death, but no one had saved them. Such a scene might be her future life...

The young girl with the male Suppressor came in front of the two, Ethan could not help but frown, the young girl in front of them was his cousin Isabella. Their family was very good, his cousin was not the family heir, who had been living a life of spending money like pouring water, but such an explicit scene made Ethan subconsciously uncomfortable.

Isabella looked at Norma for half a day, she had never had a female Suppressor in captivity, and the Suppressor in front of her was brought by her cousin, who had never been close to women, which was really rare, "Ethan, is this the Suppressor you bought? What grade is it?"

"S." Ethan was quite tolerant with his cousin.

Actually, Isabella was spoiled, happy or unhappy was written on the face. Hearing the answer, she immediately lost interest, and said with a skimmed and chirpy voice, "What the hell? It s so rare to see you buy a Suppressor, but she s actually only S grade, even not as high as my Suppressor grade. " She yawned and led her male Suppressor away.

Ethan didn't call her again either, for he was here temporarily for one night and just wanted to say hello to his cousin. He didn't like this kind of party either, and soon closed the door when he exited.

Ethan pointed to the stairs across the hallway and turned his head to ask Norma, "Can you go upstairs by yourself?"

Norma nodded eagerly, in fact, even if she couldn't walk up, she would climb up, and if she was alone downstairs, she might have been drained of blood by a few werewolf girls downstairs that night.

The two went upstairs, and Norma realized that the room was large and held some personal items in Ethan's style, whether they were ornaments or casually put down accessories, or even another ear stud.

Ethan smelled his clothes, and the smell of alcohol on them made him frown. He opened the bathroom door and pushed Norma in, he couldn't stand to look at Norma's torn and naked dress as well, "Wash yourself." His tone was more intimate than commanding. Norma suddenly realized that his tone at that time was like his original tone.

She remained wrapped in that coat as the bathroom door was closed by Ethan and Norma finally let out a soft breath.

It was the first time she had relaxed a little tonight. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face pale, her body mottled with bruises and her eyes written with unease and fear, she was afraid to laugh or make a sound.

She turned on the shower and desperately tried to wash herself. She looked at her naked self in the mirror and suddenly remembered something.

The female Suppressor was useful not only as a vessel for blood, an Suppressor of bestiality, but also as a sex slave. She hugged herself, not daring to think about what lay ahead, and she only felt afraid.

But she was not only in pain, but also too hungry. From the day before till the night she had only eaten a slice of bread, which was given by the shopkeeper who was afraid that she died. Still, she hadn t eaten for more than thirty hours. She took a big gulp of water from the shower to satisfy her stomach. She was a little dizzy under the hot steam, probably from hypoglycemia, but she didn't dare to pass out at all, she was afraid that when she opened her eyes again, her body had been gnawed by wild dogs, or ravaged by some stranger.

The water from the shower was loud enough that she finally couldn't help but cry softly and carefully, whimpering like a little beast for fear of being heard by the man outside.

The wound stung with water, but she did not dare to stay and only wiped her tears. She was also afraid Ethan barged in, but she had no clothes to wear after taking the torn skirt off, and she decided never put it on. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and open the bathroom door with the man's jacket.

Ethan was smoking at the window, and he looked handsome doing it. The smoke drifted in the wind, lingered for a moment in his long and lush eyelashes and then flew away.

Hearing the movement he turned his head and put out the rest of his cigarette in the ashtray, the next moment he subconsciously froze.

The timid young girl was still clad in the jacket that just covered her key areas, and the water beaded across her body, leaving her feet and legs bare in a way that was unspeakably beautiful.

Perhaps because of the heat steaming through, her face was permeated with a delicate pink that made him want to caress her face.

Ethan stepped forward and Norma could see that he was holding two-piece silk-style underwear and a nightgown.

Norma blushed when she saw Ethan's big hands holding such intimate pajamas of girls, although people like them had long been without shame.

Ethan saw her exposed shoulder with a new wound from beating on the collarbone, which had been washed with water and turned over, he was a little uncomfortable and put away his teasing and said, "Put your clothes on, I'll get your medicine."

Norma was almost flattered and opened her mouth uncontrollably, she looked down at the lingerie and skirt that Ethan handed to her, she wanted to say something, but Ethan seemed to see her through and gave a wry smile, "I picked it out for you myself, I think it really suits you."

Norma pursed her lips and watched Ethan pull the door open and go downstairs. She looked down at the clothes she was holding again and finally gently took off the coat she was wearing.

In her new nightgown and underwear, the security of being wrapped in clothes had finally returned. Thinking about what might happen at night, Norma could only go to the bathroom and wash her face again, trying to be slightly more decent anyway.

She looked at herself in the mirror and thought about the way Ethan had just spoken to her, and she couldn't help but pray in her heart.

"God bless me! I don't want him to be the one who tortures me."