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The murderer prince

I was shocked and instinctively snapped my thighs shut before he could make a cut. Fear was etched on my face, a clear reflection of the horror I felt.

Yet, my defensive reaction seemed to irritate him, and he poked my leg with the knife.

"Ahh!" I cried out, and his frown deepened.

"What was the need for that? I didn't even hurt you!" he retorted in a matter-of-fact tone.

I had heard tales of masters who treated their slaves like lab rats, but I had never mentally prepared for such an ordeal.

I was not ready to have my virginity taken in such a crude manner, in the lair of a slave master.

But then, I paused, thinking it through.

What is the use of my virginity anyway? I don't mind giving it to him. In fact, I should be lucky that a handsome devil like him wants to sleep with me. At least, I won't have to die as a pathetic virgin.

The man smirked and forced my thighs apart again, placing a palm on the most private part of me: my core. He shook his head, seemingly disappointed.

He scrutinized my intimacy as if searching for something. I was curious but felt it wasn't my place to question him. Who am I to question him?

So lost in thought was I that I didn't notice him move his face closer to my thighs.

A sudden, sharp pain jolted me, and I screamed.

"Agh!" I tried to rise from the bed, but he held me firm.

"Stay put!" he commanded gruffly. Before I could find the courage to speak, he leaned in and, to my shock, licked where I had felt the pain.

Somehow, I managed to get to my feet and saw two small puncture wounds on my thigh, as if inflicted by sharp fangs.

"Don't worry, my spit will heal you, and the pain will vanish soon," he assured me in a raspy voice.

I stared at my legs, bewildered and in pain. What had he done to me?

Attempting to touch the wounds, I winced. The man then stood, looking down at my legs with a satisfied grin.

"Master, what are these marks on my legs, please?" I inquired, as respectfully as I could muster.

"There's a rule number five. Rule number five: never question my actions! You are my property, and I decide how to handle my belongings," he retorted, glaring.

I bowed my head immediately.

"Get up!" he commanded, and I rose to my feet.

He approached, his face close to mine, then bent down and bit my neck.

"Ahh!" I cried out, the pain was excruciating, like a searing arrow piercing my soul.

Afterward, he licked the wound, and I could smell his saliva, the scent of which was...

I stepped back, my eyes wide, my face a mask of disbelief.

Who is this man? And how can he bite into human flesh like this? The realization struck me—this man might not be human. What if he is a cannibal? A demon? A beast? Or, worse, a rogue werewolf!

He noticed my expression but ignored it, not lingering any longer. He tossed a sackcloth dress at me and left the room.

To my surprise, he didn't close the door behind him, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment.

Collapsing weakly to the floor, I succumbed to another bout of tears. The twin marks on my body throbbed with pain, but I tried to push the sensation to the back of my mind as I clutched the sackcloth.

Eyes closed, I whispered a silent prayer for mercy.

Gradually, I found a semblance of calm and confronted my new reality. In a twisted sense, I felt fortunate; other men might have been far crueler, leaving me with more than just marks to worry about.

I rose to my feet and donned the sackcloth. It was ragged and worn, but it offered a reprieve from the biting cold. A sigh escaped me, and I murmured to myself, seeking some comfort in the small mercy.

"Better, you look great!" The unexpected compliment came from one of the maids who had been in his company earlier. I was taken aback to hear her voice.

As the door creaked open, she entered with a regal poise. I had assumed she despised me, so I instinctively retreated, scanning the room for anything that might serve as a weapon should I need to defend myself.

The maid observed me with a curious gaze, and after a moment, she began to approach.

Panic surged through me, and I pressed my frail body against the wall in desperation.

"You should be really careful. The master has already seen your body. If he notices even a single scratch, you'll be in trouble," she cautioned. Her tone was unexpectedly gentle, not at all laced with the anger I had anticipated.

Our eyes met—hers filled with curiosity, mine with a mix of fear and confusion.

She carried a tray laden with food, the aroma of which was heavenly, unlike anything I had ever encountered.

My tension eased, replaced by a tentative smile.

The prospect of food kindled a flicker of hope within me. And as the adage goes, where there's life, there's hope.

"Would you like to eat something?" she asked in a gentle voice, and my belly replied with a loud growl.

Hearing the sound, the girl smiled. "I'll take that as a yes, unless you're ready to starve your poor belly. And trust me, once the master finds out, you'll be dead meat."

After a few seconds of hesitation, I nodded. Surely, he wouldn't poison the maid he had bought for a considerable sum of money.

I sat down on the bed and bowed my head soberly. My mouth was watering, and my belly growled uncontrollably.

She placed the tray on my lap and opened the food flask, revealing an assortment of meats and cheeses.

The delicious aroma captured my attention, and I immediately dug in.

I didn't realize how fast I was eating until she tapped my shoulder.

"Hey, eat gently. The food isn't running away, and there's always more. Besides, the master would have my head if you choked to death!"

I fell silent and picked up my spoon again. Initially hesitant, I finished the delicious meal within a few minutes.

"Do you want more? I'm sure Arian won't mind. The master has instructed us to feed you until you gain more weight," she informed me.

"No, I'm full, thank you," I replied shyly. I wasn't actually full, but I didn't want to make a bad impression on my first day.

"Don't be shy, girl. Nobody will bite you—unless the master tells them to," she assured me, and I managed a smile.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," I said with a half-smile.

So, if he asked them to bite me, they would. Wait! Who exactly is he? I wondered to myself.

Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I turned to face her.

"Thank you very much, but please, could you be kind enough to tell me where I am? Who is our master?"

"Oh no! You don't know?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Young lady, you are in Crown Prince Bellovet's abandoned castle!"

"Crown Prince Bellovet? The murderer prince?" I choked out, fear gripping me.

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