Chapter 17

Lucien's POV:

I carried her straight into my chambers, and laid her on the big sofa. She was still unconscious reeking of filth. I stared at her face scornfully like I was going to stab her if I'm given the opportunity to.

"Why did I even bring you to my chambers? Shouldn't I have just left this stupid slave to die in the hands of Emery? Why do I care whether she lives or not?" I continued questioning myself, but got no answers.

I was also reeking of filth after carrying her on my back, and I couldn't take the stench. Furthermore, I walked straight to the bathroom for a shower.

When I got out of the bathroom, I saw Lady Delia in the room with the herbs she went to get. I was putting on a black robe, so I sat on the rocky chair at the other side of the room.

"She looks so pale. I pray she'll be able to survive this, and her feet are bruised from the fire. I'll try as much as I can to treat the burns so that she won't be scarred" Lady Delia continued talking.

"I never asked for the details, Lady Delia. Just take this filthy girl to the bathroom, and give her a thorough bath" I snorted staring at her with hatred.

"I'm sorry, Master. You know I asked you if you really wanted to bring her here, and you said you wanted that" Lady Delia snapped, and I gulped hard. Why did I agree to such nonsense? Her sight irritates me, and I can't even tell why.

"Just take her for a bath. I don't want her reeking all over my chambers. She's not worth the treatment, but I just did this for you Lady Delia" I sneered, and she smiled.

"Thank you so much, Master" She got up from the couch dropping the bottles of herbs on the diamond table in front of her.

"Stone? Could you please help me take her to the bathroom? My bones are weak now, and I can't carry her" Lady Delia pleaded, and I arched my eyebrows in disgust.

"Just drag her to the ground. I can't afford to reek of filth again" I emotionlessly replied, Lady Delia exhaled deeply and shook her head.

She walked out of the room, and returned with Axel, who walked right behind her. Axel carried the unconscious filthy slave into my bathroom, and I almost died in annoyance. No slave has ever stepped their feet into my bathroom whether conscious or unconscious.

"Lady Delia?" I called out with a hoarse voice immediately they stepped into the bathroom. She walked out of the bathroom with furrowed eyebrows.

"Did you need anything, Master?" She raised her eyebrows, while I bowed my head slowly.

"No... No! You can go ahead and wash her off" I exhaled deeply picking up my glasses, and putting them on. She smiled faintly, and walked back into the bathroom.

FEW MINUTES LATER...

She walked out with Axel carrying the unconscious slave. She was no longer filthy, and she was dressed in another sack dress.

Axel laid her on the soft again, bowed at me before walking out of my dark chambers. Lady Delia sat right beside her, she gave her some herbs to drink.

She was about to apply some herbal cream all over her body when she heard someone calling out her name.

"Lady Delia, you have to come over now. Little mistress won't eat" The female voice which I recognized was Lioness's said.

"Master, I don't think I'll be coming back here once I live. You know how stressful it is going to be for me to convince her. Please help me apply the herbal cream on her wound, don't forget to wipe the wound with a cold handkerchief" Lady Delia snapped, and rushed off immediately.

"What the f***? What did she just say? That a dreadful Master like me should apply herbal cream on a slave?" I freaked out.

I managed to get up from the rocky chair, and sat beside her. She looked so innocent while sleeping, and my hatred for her seems to increase the more I stared at her.

I wiped off her body with the handkerchief, and then wiped her burnt feet. I applied the cream on her back, and then bruised feet before letting her sleep. Actually, I watched her sleep all through the night. I hardly sleep, that started after what happened in the past. For the past few years, I haven't been able to get a good sleep.

That's to say that I have insomnia. Despite the sleeping pills that I take every time to be able to sleep, it's quite unfortunate that I can't. All I do every day is to watch other sleep while I sit up all night restless.

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The slave worked on my erected huge d*ck with her cold long tongue. She was sucking on it like her life depended on it, while I watched her emotionlessly.

Madison was still lying on the couch unconsciously. Her presence doesn't stop me from getting whatever pleasure I want.

I grabbed her blonde hair packed in a ponytail, and she winced in whatever feeling she's having. I can't tell if she's feeling pains or not. Furthermore, I shoved her mouth deeper on my d*ck, and she choked. That's the least of what I care about, all I want is my interest.

She's my slave, and I'm her Master. Whatever she's feeling shouldn't bother me. I grabbed her huge tits, and squeezed them so hard. She moaned out removing her mouth from the d*ck she was sucking.

"Do you have a death wish?" I yelled at her, and she gulped hard nervously. Her hair was already looking like a mess.

"No Master! I'm sorry for stopping, please forgive me" She pleaded with tears in her eyes.

"If you want forgiveness, then I advise you to do what you ought to" I said those words without remorse, and grabbed her neck. She choked trying to free herself from my grip, but that's impossible.

"You're too skinny for my liking. I don't think you're still useful to me" I pushed her to the floor. She hit her head against the pillar at the other side, and blood gushed out of my head.

She cried out in pains, but I have no time for people like her who whine like a baby.

"Get out" I coldly snapped at her, and she staggered up immediately, and walked out of my chambers in pains.....