Chapter 2 Stealing my heart

"Sir, you are really giving too much, I can give you something that you can use."

Wells stood next to him and said with a respectful bow.

In the wooden box behind him were all kinds of pet supplies, from whips, snacks, toys to some extremely revealing clothes.

"I'll take this one."

The man selected a brown bottle with a pitch-black liquid inside.

I took a step back in fear. I didn't know what it was, but I had developed an instinctive fear of such things.

So much so that I hadn't be conscious when he headed out the door and the choking sensation suddenly came of being pulled violently around my neck.

I came back to my senses and hurried to follow at a faster pace, standing in front of him with my head bowed.

He turned and walked up to me, and I couldn't help but start shaking again, my mind filled with images of Wells beating me.

"Crash".

The chain around my neck was opened and fell to the ground. I looked dumbfounded at the chain on the ground and hurriedly picked it up.

I didn't even get a good look at his movements.

He smiled and put the chain into a bag, and the chain was the only one left in my hand.

The sun was shining right on me, and I felt warmer than I had ever felt before.

I slowly lifted my head to see his face clearly, but only saw his chin, then I hurriedly lowered my head again.

Because humans who became pets were never allowed to look at each other and their owners.

The next second, I seemed to hear him laugh very softly.

The chains on his hands were taken off and put together in a bag and carried in his hands.

I didn't understand why he was doing this, but he took my hand and I was shaking more in fear than from the beating.

I could feel that his body temperature was much lower than mine.

Compared to him, I was dirty, like I had just been fished out of a garbage pile. He pulled me forward slowly, and I moved stiffly behind him.

Suddenly, he stopped, and I hit my head on his shoulder because I was too close to him.

"Yes...sorry...sir, please forgive me for my rudeness!"

I hurriedly got down on my knees to apologize, even though the gravel on the road hurt my knees.

As his pet, he could have snapped my neck and drained my blood, but I just wanted to live.

As long as I could live, this pain was nothing at all.

But as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted it.

Because the pet could not take the initiative to talk to the owner, which was a greater disrespect to the owner.

He turned and held out his other hand to me, and out of fear, I closed my eyes in terror, waiting for him to cut through my skin as he had cut through Wells' face.

Or maybe, he s ripping out my heart.

There was some cold sensation coming from my right arm, I opened my eyes and it turned out to be his hand.

He pulled me up, then opened the door of a black car and gestured for me to get in.

Although the wound was so painful that I could hardly walk, at least I was out of the slave market.

I sat in the car with a soft cushion that seemed to ease all the pain in my body, with a faint scent I had never smelled before.

He sat down next to me, and I hurriedly sat up straight and kept my distance from him.

Because I had dirt all over me and dried blood, if I soiled his clothes, he might expel me or he might beat me like Wells did.

He reached out again and lifted my messy brown hair to reveal my neck.

I closed my eyes in despair, he must be trying to drain me and there was no way I could escape.

"It hurts, right?"

The imagined pain of being bitten off the neck did not happen, instead, it came with his gentle words.

I froze for a long time and just nodded my head.

His cold fingers gently stroke the wound on my neck, which felt like an ice pack, making me feel much better about the pain of the wound.

My neck was bruised out of being tied with the chain for too long, as well as the violent struggle when beaten, and the chain was strangled into the flesh, after removing the chains, those wounds were exposed, the top layer of skin had long been gone.

"What's your name?"

He asked again, with the same gentleness.

"Sprite."

I bowed my head and answered carefully, that's what Wells called me.

"That name must not be your original name, right?"

He asked with a sigh.

Indeed, that's the name Wells gave me.

However, after becoming a private pet, my name should be decided by the new owner.

I still nodded my head.

"Do you remember what your name used to be?"

He was silent for a long time before he asked me again.

"Jenny Ivy."

I answered truthfully, but I didn't dare say one more word because that might anger him and make him disgust me.

"It's still a good name."

He said with a smile.

On the way, he did not say another word.

Until the car pulled up in front of a tall manor.

"Welcome back, Count Klopp."

A man in a black tuxedo bowed as my owner got out of the car and said.

I got out of the car and walked up behind him, and the man noticed me.

"Ike, she's my new pet, take her to the bath before dinner."

Klopp said.

"Yes, Lord Count, this little pet you picked out looks lovely."

Ike said with a smile.

I followed Ike into the bathroom of a room.

Keeping my body immersed in the warm water had already made me comfortable, and the water was even floating rose petals. I never dared to imagine the scene.

I didn't know how long it took to wash the dirt off my entire body, revealing my otherwise fair skin, albeit long scarred.

Stepping out of the bathroom, a clean and sophisticated dress was placed on the bed in the room.

After changing, Ike was standing at the door waiting for me, and the moment he saw me, he was a little lost in thought.

"Lord Count would like you now."

Ike said with a smile, then took me to lunch.

Ike, who was walking in front of me, didn't notice that my face was as red as a ripe apple.

In the lobby, Klopp and another man sat at opposite ends of a long table.

There were various fruits on the table and a tall glass of bright red liquid in front of Klopp.

I recoiled a little at the thought of the liquid in the glass was the blood that had been drawn from the human body.

The man, whose eyes were dark red, leaned casually against the back of his chair, and beside him, a woman in a revealing dress knelt beside him with her head bowed and chains tied around her neck.

Klopp looked at me, smiled slightly, and gestured for me to sit next to him.

I didn't dare to look at the other one and walked over to Klopp.

As a pet, I, like the woman, could only kneel on the floor, and if he was forgiving enough, he would give me a bowl so I could have a good meal.

But he pulled up a chair and gestured for me to sit down.

I was surprised, but it was his order and I had to obey.

"So, it's time to eat, is it?"

The man looked extraordinarily excited, while Klopp didn't answer, just moved gracefully to set the plate in front of me and gave me back my knife and fork.

I had just picked it up when the man lifted his pet up, and when he opened his mouth, I saw the sharp teeth.

"Ah..."