Chapter 8

Bradley didn't say anything else after hearing Ethan's words, he smiled and once again roughly lifted Suppressor off the floor. Bradley grabbed her exactly where her hair was and the raw pain kept her poor body trembling, only to feel a pair of large hands roughly jamming her jaw and forcing her to open her mouth, her mouth was stuffed with a familiar bitter taste of the pill made her immediately react to what she was being fed.

Norma, who witnessed all that from the sidelines, also knew that it was a popular pill sold in Suppressor stores nowadays, which could quickly hydrate the Suppressors who had lost blood, and was also considered a powerful nutritional preparation that allowed them to hang on to their breath and not die immediately. For the symptoms of blood loss shock, is a very good relief drug.

After he finished feeding the pills, he once again dropped Suppressor roughly and left her twitching helplessly on the ground. Her blonde curls were not as beautiful as they were at the moment, just a cover for her broken body, and she still rolled her eyes slightly and shivered on the ground. But she couldn't shake for too long, she tried her best to clear her head, shook her head, and gently plopped back down on Bradley's lap.

Her master didn t like her going anywhere else, and if she kept lying down and didn t get up, she might have been thrown out the door and died like a stray cat in the winter.

Norma looked at it all and just felt horrible, she stepped out of the store before she really began to face the cruel fate of Suppressor, and it was happening under the same table. This was her kind, and shared the same destiny.

Would she be luckier than this Suppressor? Wouldn't her owner do the same?

She didn't even know, even her brain was a mess, jumbled with thoughts, subconsciously approaching the heat source next to her.

She was clinging to Ethan's thighs under the table, and she didn't dare let go, she could only press her whole body against them.

Bradley's tone changed and he began to talk about the business of his trip.

"The bestialization of ordinary wolves is becoming more and more common, and the Suppressor Breeding Center is not enough." He rubbed between his fingers and subconsciously sniffed, which had the smell of his Suppressor blood remaining on it, making his anxious heart relax a bit, and continued, "The radicals are catching Suppressors everywhere, especially the pregnant ones, and the breeding center has been forced to send six pregnant female Suppressors over, and they want to develop some suppression reagents that could be used repeatedly... What's wrong with you?"

He just noticed that Ethan's expression was a little unnatural. Hearing his curious inquiry, Ethan looked down and took a sip of his coffee, having straightened his expression and signaled him to continue.

Ethan got sidetracked, but it wasn't intentional.

His petite and timid Suppressor, who was trembling at the moment, was hugging his calf, her fragrant soft chest was pressing against him, rubbing against him slightly as she slowly calmed down her trembling. He could smell the fragrance of her body, her wounds were not completely healed, the shampoo she used was from his own bathroom, and that familiar scent enveloped her.

It could also be said that that cold aroma wrapped around her sweet fragrance.

He was not aware of it before, and when he subconsciously smelled it, he somewhat wanted to smell it again.

It's best to smell it after he d kicked his best friend out in front of him.

He reached out a hand and patted her head without moving. Norma subconsciously flinched and realized she had been hugging her master's calf without releasing it. she was embarrassed and frightened, and she was too busy to let go of her hand.

Ethan was a little sad, sensing Norma's desire to retreat, and tightened his grip on her hair, not letting go. Norma looked at him with pale face. Her master was still listening to his best friend, but the hand was in control, in an intimate and irresistible position.

Neither did he pull her scalp, nor did he allow her to break free easily. He pulled her hair up in such an intimate way that Norma could feel his hand subconsciously running over her collar.

He seemed to... didn t want her to be too far away?

The perception was so new that she hurriedly sat down next to him and gently took him by the scruff of his shirt to show her obedience. Her actions clearly pleased Ethan, so Ethan was very satisfied, along with the hand movements more lightly, from irresistible to a somewhat ambiguous caress, his fingertips picked up the tail of the hair, in his index finger around and around.

Only after the silence had settled did she hear clearly what the two men were talking about.

"Female Suppressors are getting scarce, and at this rate, even we won't be able to buy them." Bradley's tone was a bit whiny, and that rambunctious tone of voice is frightening. He had a passionate love for female Suppressors, but his current Suppressor had been with him for over two years, which was a very bizarre and rare thing.

"Why do you want to buy so much? You also almost have played enough, now there are many Suppressors on the market." Ethan answered, he had long been uncomfortable with Bradley that at any time and anywhere to grab people on the blood-sucking mode, which looked like completely a savage. And there were some small Suppressors on the market, less than the large bestial stage, relying on drug inhibitors was not impossible.

It was only his Suppressor that could stand him.

Norma's ears twitched, if it had come to the pregnant female Suppressor were taken, the situation had been very serious, female Suppressor would have been a disaster in a disaster. Just listening to those words was really okay...

Thinking of the horrible encounter with Suppressor across the street, Norma couldn't help but start speculating about her master's mind.

Would she die? Perhaps, would she be taken too?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she was, with her head down in fear. Ethan kept a distracted eye on her, and feeling her fear, his hand went down and gently scraped her face, signaling her to look up.

Norma looked up in alarm, only to find Ethan calling her not for anything else, but to hand her the lunch tray on the small coffee table to one side.

His hand was stealthy, and his best friend across the table was grumbling loudly while reading today's Times, not noticing the darkness under the table. Norma didn't understand what he meant. Perhaps, the master meant, instructing her to cut up the steak?

Feeling that she didn't pick it up, Ethan propped up his chin, still watching his best friend and listening to him talk eloquently, but extended his right hand forward, gesturing for her to catch it.

Norma took the plate in confusion, thinking he was probably instructing her to cut up the steak.

She got down on the floor and cut that steak seriously.

It smelled so good, she couldn't help thinking. She hadn't eaten meat in a long time. Last night's mashed potatoes were delicious, and so were the fried eggs in the morning, but she hadn't eaten meat in a long time.

She obediently cut the steak into the suitable size of entering the mouth, respectfully holding the plate in both hands. Ethan watched in a glance, unable to laugh or cry, he pushed his index finger against the plate.

She wondered, and collided with his eyes for a moment.

Ethan was smiling, with a very light and unnoticeable smile if not look closely.

Norma was blessed with an instant understanding of what he meant. He was letting himself eat, this steak, which was for her.

She couldn't help but purse her lips and smile as she continued to eat one bite at a time like a puppy. Opposite to her, Bradley s Suppressor was still lying on her master's lap, which was her fixed position, and he liked her here, not going anywhere.

She was a little envious of this angle, she could just see what Ethan and Norma were doing under the table, and she was a little envious of such food, and such hosts.

Norma had almost finished eating, and Bradley across the table noticed her eating, he looked down at her twice, before Ethan got angry and withdrew his gaze, he marveled, "That's quite a nice collar, why didn't I think of that? "

He stretched out his fingers to raise his Suppressor s chin and looked left and right, "Myrna, I have to prepare one for you too, and when you go down to follow me out, you must be the one who stands out. "

Myrna's face was white with fear, she knew Bradley's character, he was a reckless madman, but also the most prodigal son, often took her to some debauched party, in the party several times in public to suck her blood, the scene was like a hell on earth.

The thought frightened her and she couldn't help but tremble gently, but she knew exactly how Bradley liked it and she tried desperately to restrain herself from shivering.

Ethan was a little upset, but not because of anything else, just because Bradley's actions had scared his Suppressor time and time again, making him a little distracted.

He set his coffee cup down with a little movement and Bradley realized that his usual gentlemanly best friend was making his displeasure known covertly. He stopped sagely and let his Suppressor continue to lie back on his lap as he roughly stroked her hair twice and once again broached a new topic, a new one about Norma.

Norma was still carrying her dinner plate, looking somewhat obedient. He smiled and said, "That's right, your Suppressor is too thin, it's time to eat more. Otherwise it is very easy to die in childbirth."

That was a terrible thing to say, and it froze Norma for a moment.

Would that be what Ethan meant? Yeah, Suppressor was so scarce nowadays, if she didn't die, her bloodline also has a chance of giving birth to a very perfect Suppressor, would this also be able to benefit Ethan?

And the Suppressor opposite her realized it, and her expression immediately changed from envy to sadness.

For the fate of their kind, and for themselves.

They had human emotions and likes and dislikes, but were forced to live like tools. Their fate was not cared for, no matter they were robbed, possessed, destroyed, and would never be saved.

What good were food and some cheap pampering?

She couldn't eat anymore, and her grip on the fork gradually tightened. The next moment she heard even more terrible words, spoken by Bradley to his Suppressor.

"You are so beautiful, I have prepared several stallion Suppressors for you, when you reach the age, you can give birth to a few small Suppressors for me to play with. "

He seemed not to feel enough after finishing the words, then he lowered his head to look at Myrna'sturquoise pupils, and supplemented, "But they must inherit your green eyes, or I will not be satisfied, I will let you continue to give birth until the birth of a little girl with green eyes. "

It's hard to describe the look on Myrna's face at that moment, which was a sadness that she couldn't control to overflow. Her eyes were very sad, but she didn't cry out, because she didn't dare. She also did not shake, as if she was resigned to her fate.