5

He lay on the opposite side of the bed, trying to urge himself to sleep, listening to her hums and stammering patiently, waiting for her to find her desired position so she would sleep and free him from her constant disturbance, but due to the rebellious nature of Celine, she did not try to facilitate the situation for him, continuing to falter, fidgeting with her body, hoping to find a comfortable position to sleep, and with

"Would you stop moving for the sake of the Almighty?" He growled after becoming impatient with her and startled her for a while before she came back to pet her and shouted in disgust, "Well, how do you want me to sleep in this position so you can see what I suffer?"

Indeed, his voice is angry. "What is the difference between sleeping here or having a bed?

No sooner had she uttered her insult than she was surprised to find him lying flat on top of her, astonishing her with his extraordinary speed.

Her saliva began to suffocate him. She stared at him with short breaths and wide eyes, astonished by his two bright eyeballs flashing like lightning in the darkness of the room, like two shining diamonds approaching her face, until she began to feel his hot breath stinging her skin like stinging whips.

Cayden shook his head, fed up with her barbarism and vulgar language, fixing her arms above her head and then using his other hand to pull the end of the silk sheets, ripping part of them and using them as straps for her arms tied to a pole at the top of the bed, and then he tied her feet below him, addressing himself tightly. What would force him to endure?

He chained her movement completely, satisfied with himself when he stopped hearing the rattling of her chains, so she moves now and tries to annoy him and disturb his sluggish slumber.

He smiled cunningly when I fidgeted, trying to move, but I couldn't discover that he had muted the sound of the chains.

"But... it hurts. It's not fair," she complained, trying to break free.

He gagged, her mouth hanging, saying, "Rather, it is the pinnacle of justice."

Time passed very slowly, as she spent her past days imprisoned in this large wing without even being able to walk around it comfortably, insisting on cuffing her arms and feet with those annoying and heavy iron chains. She does not see anyone except at the time of serving food, when a maid feeds her by herself and does not answer.

He stood at the door, suffocating his body, causing her to panic, so she gasped as he rose from her place on her buttocks.

"You scared me... "When did you come?" He murmured in a trembling voice, placing her palm on her chest, where her heart was.

"And what are you doing here?" He asked her, looking around at the mess she had made in the upside-down room.

"Would you please stop the confusion and say a useful sentence?" He growled angrily.

"Look at my hair; it's like the hair of a stray sheep." I haven't combed it for a while; I can't count it because I don't know my day from my night in this place. Woo, and look at this black dress with a shirt from

Kaiden was stuck in his place, watching her collapse with the scattering of his being. He only became aware of himself as he kneeled in front of her, waiting for her attention, which she did not delay in giving him.

He stretched out his palm, asking for her palms to be patient.

She stopped wailing, looking at his outstretched palm in question.

"Give me your hands."

She gave him her handcuffed hands, separating the chains from

Kayden noticed her abnormal silence, shocking him with the smell of her innate desire emanating from her and causing him to lose his balance for a moment.

He threw his bomb in her face and left the dressing room, leaving her mouth wide in shock. No, no!! Don't get ready for her! How did he know the shameful, primitive feelings she had towards him?

She must have definitely gotten it.

She waited until her shameful desire cooled, then stood up, stretching her body, breathing a sigh of relief, happy with her restricted freedom, with her feet and arms as she wanted.

As soon as she set foot on the edges of the room,

I walked out of the room after more than an hour so I could bear the inspection before rearranging things.

"And did you find what you were looking for?" He asked him as he set out to clean his many and varied furnished weapons in front of him, wiping them with an oily liquid with an elaborate and tidy movement in complete silence.

"No..." she replied, freezing and sitting beside him, watching what he was doing with interest.

"Where are these weapons?" "Will you keep them in the room?"

"There are weapons in every room of this palace," he replied knowingly, with the meaning of her question in mind, intending not to mention that they were placed inside the locked cabinets.

And out of curiosity, for how long do you actually check out someone's voice?

From

The oath is harmful and devours you without hesitation. Follow me outside the garden."

Well, outside the park is its target, the beast.

She nodded, satisfied with herself, and continued in the direction he called, inspecting the antiquity and its uniquely decorated ceiling.

She went down the stairs to find herself in the middle of an antique hall resembling famous museums stacked with paintings. She approached one of them to contemplate.

I wandered between them, contemplating their details with interest and touching the paintings slowly, floating between their splendor, uniqueness, and originality.

oblivious to those who

Maliciously approaching him, he felt that she counted him when he sniffed his nose, noticing the smell of fear that emanated from her forcefully and the stiffness of her body, which had been roving comfortably since

Ah, yes, he couldn't believe his luck when he found her standing in front of his brother's paintings, looking at her in astonishment, wearing his sweater.

He stood behind her, attracting her fragile body to his chest, burying his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, fighting his unbridled desire that urges him to taste the taste of her blood.

"Damien's retreat"  The order came from behind her to restore life to Celine, who rose up under his grip trying to break free from him, so he met her with more pressure that made her more painful.

She gasped in panic, begging for deliverance from him, feeling her heart fluttering between her ribs, increasing the trembling of her body.

Damian, the voice called out to him again, adding, "You!

Damian turned to Mark, staring at him with eyes blazing in anger at his intrusion into him, threatening a violent reaction, and Mark knew of his plan before he approached it, so he hurried towards him with the aim of preventing him from harming her, but Damian was faster than him, pushing Selene with a deliberate violence the width of the wall in front of her, and she collided with him with such force that she fell unconscious.

Mark quickly cursed at her, watching Damian leave the hall indifferently, but he retreated from his approach to Celine the moment he smelled her blood, holding his breath, not wanting to drown in a wave of thirst near her, whispering irritably, "That bastard, Cayden will kill him one day."

"What happened here?" Cayden's voice came from behind him, startling him, so he moved away from his path to allow him to approach Celine, watching him anxiously check her vital signs.

He took the initiative to justify what happened: "Damian inadvertently frightened her; she tried to escape from him, and she smashed into the wall."

Well, half of the truth is rescued by Damian from his brother's revolution, and the latter does not sense a lie.

Cayden knelt beside her, inspecting her, noting her pale skin and blue lips. He gritted his teeth, trying not to lose his temper at Mark, as he knew how much the latter cared for his rebellious brother Damien. "Where is he?" ask him.

Adding in a warning tone, informing him that he does not like playing with words for the benefit of his brother, he said, "Next time when you intend to hide his actions, find a convincing argument for you, my friend. I know that you are trying to save him from the clutches of my anger, but patience has limits...."

He finished his warning, grabbed Celine's lifeless body in his arms, and gently carried her up to his wing, vowing to Damian the most severe punishment. Except for this, he had been condoning his previous actions willingly, but his limits stand at the doorstep of this female; he will kill him if he approaches her.

Celine gradually regained consciousness, feeling that she was being held captive by solid arms, so she shivered in terror, thinking that she was still under Damien's grip.

"Shhh, calm down; you are safe now." Kayden addressed her gently, trying to calm her down, so she was sighing in relief when she heard his voice, certain that she was between Kayden's arms climbing the stairs, so she buried her face in his chest, pleading for his safety, thinking about her sarcastic situation!

Strange is your logic! Her kidnapper has become her safe haven. The man Can she call him a man? She does not know what it is, or she knows, but she refuses to name it because people like him do not exist except in films and fictional novels, which are not realistic! The illogical!

She gasped, rolling her head against his chest and muttering amid her childish sobs, "I don't even know your name. I wanted to call you and seek your help, but I didn't know what to call you."

The spectrum of a smile invaded his features, causing him to come back and bury her at once.

He answered her question, laying her on the bed: "Kayden..."

"What!" she asked, wiping her tears. "What is that word?"

"It's my name, Kayden."

He hung there, checking her forehead with his thick and rough fingers, then disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a white box containing his medical kit. "You're bleeding." He told her he was scattering the contents of the box, looking for what he wanted.

She raised her hand to check her forehead spontaneously, returning it streaked with blood.

"I don't feel pain," she told him, her blood-stained shirt tugging her head against his chest.

He took her small palm, spread it over his, and cleaned it with a piece of cloth, giving all his attention to his work while she was busy observing the apparent contradiction in the size of their palms.

"Why don't you lick them with your tongue?" This is how I don't feel that my blood has been wasted." She cried stupidly, shocking her before he hit her, so his fingertips froze on her forehead, staring at her questioningly.

And do you think that she lives in the middle of one of those stupid films that they show in their world?

He will suffice with a few drops, and he will pardon her after that to complete her life as if nothing had happened.

His pearly white teeth were loosening, revealing his serrated fangs. He slowly approached them, scattering her body. She closed her eyes, anticipating the next step with a mixture of curiosity, hesitation, and fear, anxiously awaiting his next step.

«My dear son! When I decide to taste your blood, it will be straight from your vein, coming from the main valve of your heart, and without your invitation." He whispered, his burning breath igniting her being.

But soon she felt a cold wave sweep through her body, as if the room had suddenly shifted to the North Pole.

She curled her eyebrows and asked him between her teeth, which started chattering together, "What happened to the heating? I feel cold!"

Her body hairs twitched, his hoarse voice echoing in her depths.

I asked him to notice his sly looks and manipulative smile as he went back to work with her.

"The room temperature is in line with your body temperature, my son," he replied, gradually returning the temperature to normal.

I dared him furiously to realize that what he had just done was one of his insane and bewildering characteristics.

"So your name is Kayden?"

"Kayden," corrected her.

"What does it mean?"

"Warrior, fighter, fighter, and fighter."

"Oh, whatever it is, it's a long and strange name," she commented lightly and enthusiastically. "I'll call you Kai or Dean; what do you think?" Mmmmm, or Ken? Do you know Ken, the husband of Barbie? Yes, Ken fits you." I decided, going on and cutting it off, "I used to have a Barbie, but my mom refused to buy Ken for me... She said I didn't need it, but I always wanted a Ken."

"Did your mother tell you that you gossip a lot? And your mother seems like a good woman who cares about your interests, and why on earth would she buy you a man?"

Celine covered her mouth with her palm, drowning in a wave of laughter, and Kayden stopped his work with her forehead, thinking about the misfortune before him. She had completely lost her mind.