The slaves stared at Amos in disbelief. The children cried at how harshly they treated all the slaves, especially Amos.Amos groaned as his feet were trampled forcing him to prostrate himself. They roughly removed his clothes. Other guards soon came and dragged him heartlessly to the pillar and tied him tightly there. In an instant, Amos was bound with his hands stretched upwards and his feet tied to the chains on the ground.Amos didn't think about the state of his body at all. He only thought about how he could endure the many lashes he would receive. He closed his eyes, listening to the slave calls that sounded very weak in his ears."Amos, please don't do this!" cried Emir. But, before he could say anything else, a whip flew across his back, making him scream out loud.Amos clenched his fists to stare at his tormentors who were already in place. His hatred built up. Those faces showed no mercy at all. They would lash out with all their might even if they heard blood cries from the
Once inside the room, Sera placed Amos on the floor.Amos immediately grabbed her leg. "Miss, I can't just leave. What if they continue to punish the children?" Amos asked worriedly.Sera wouldn't care, but Amos felt responsible for them all. He felt very guilty."They won't punish the children," Sera said, standing up to look at Amos who was still concerned about others when he himself was hurt.Amos looked down and remained silent, his hands not letting go of Sera's legs. He wanted to cry out of despair over guilt and regret. What had he done exactly? All the slaves were hurt because of him.The pain and anger, as well as the sadness of his helplessness, made Amos cry in front of Sera. He repeatedly blamed himself."What have I done?" He muttered continuously and sobbed. He leaned on his hands and released his emotions.Sera let Amos cry all he wanted. She was satisfied that her goal of deterring him had succeeded. By seeing that punishment, he should have thought a dozen times befo
"I need to make coffee for Ms. Dumitrese. Can you tell me where the coffee is?" asked Amos once he reached the kitchen. His gaze wandered around the kitchen which looked so big, he was sure he wouldn't have found the coffee if he hadn't asked, given the amount of stuff in there.Some of the female servants looked at each other. It was usually Sera's bodyguards who prepared the food and drinks, why now the slave? Sera never had breakfast and drank coffee. How strange.But, instead of asking too many questions, they pointed to a glass cabinet. "There is powdered chocolate and coffee."Amos nodded, feeling uncomfortable as they stared at him. He picked up a cup and filled it with a few spoons of coffee. He often did this in the slave house, as it had a small kitchen with simple necessities like milk and coffee. He also made coffee for his fellow slaves. They said his coffee was delicious.Amos was making hot water, but he saw a different kind of stove than he was used to seeing in the sla
Hoper looked pityingly at Amos who had been back and forth in the kitchen. He saw that the man's face was very pale. No wonder, after what the man went through these past few days. His energy and mentality were drained. He was lucky to be used to hard work."What do you need?" asked Hoper trying to help. He was still upset that Amos had run off, he had gotten the wrath of Tudor and Sera, but his compassion at the moment was much greater."Miss asked me to bring some milk," Amos said quietly, then walked back to the kitchen with his coffee.It was true, Sera just wanted to clown the man. In fact, she didn't touch the coffee at all. And no one knew what she was really thinking. For that reason, Hoper tried not to interfere. He could be exposed to Sera's pranks.Meanwhile, Amos, without expression, walked into the kitchen. He didn't care, his frustration still overflowing even as the servants and bodyguards stared at him. But, when he entered the kitchen, his eyes instantly widened.Gera
Winston relented at last. He came as a brother, but he knew Sera was stubborn. So he didn't expect anything more."I just hope you don't fall out over this," Winston said."I have no problem. I'll consider it over unless you do it again," Sera said. Her hands rubbed and she played Amos' ear who kneeled nearby.Winston noticed how obedient Amos was to Sera. But he didn't expect Sera to consider the man anything more than a slave. His place was on the floor like this. The two of them were not supposed to be lovers.Winston left after that.Sera watched until her brother left the room. Then she turned to look at Amos."Did you bring milk for me?" she asked.Amos nodded. He pointed to the bottle of milk on the table."Do you want me to drink from that bottle?" asked Sera.Amos blinked looking at Sera in horror. He didn't bring a glass! He was in such a hurry to get away from Gerard that he forgot about it.Amos gulped. He got up. "I'll bring a glass for you, Miss."Amos tiptoed away, but
"It's a strange request. I'm not answering until I tell you," Marcus said. The fifty-three-year-old bald man was one of the people responsible for the human organ request connected to Dumitrese.Gerard sat in front of the man and thought."What does he mean by special human?" asked Marcus.Gerard sighed. That was what he thought at the moment. Is that person aware that Dumitrese cultivates special humans? Strange."Do you know who asked for this?" asked Gerard.Marcus nodded. "I know, but he got the order from someone else. I didn't track him down."Gerard usually takes any order, but this time it was strange. Plus, he couldn't just give a special human away. In a few months they will harvest one of them. Don't let this fail again.If he accepted the order, all he could do was give a young slave. Actually that was fine, but he felt it was a pity to harvest them at such a young age.He wanted to know who that customer really was. And why did he order Dumitrese's special human? Gerard k
Sera felt a strong aura when approaching the room. She quickly opened the door to find her brother pressing against Amos. Their position was so intimate."What are you doing?" asked Sera calmly, walking closer to them.Gerard turned his head and smiled, his hand still pressed against Amos' jaw. Amos looked very frightened, looking at Sera with a pleading gaze."You want to rape him?" Sera accused.Gerard laughed, released his grip and stood up. "He's too cute for that."Sera chuckled. "What are you trying to say exactly? Why did you enter my room and touch MINE just like that?"Gerard stretched, as if nothing had happened, leaving Amos shaking and sitting on the sofa.As Gerard says, "I just came to see you, but you weren't here. Instead, I saw him tied up. So I played for a while."Sera looked at Amos who was still tied up, then chuckled in annoyance. She didn't like anyone messing with her slaves at all. She quickly walked over to Amos and looked at him closely."Are you okay?" Sera
"What did he do to you? Tell me the truth," Sera asked.Amos found his position very uncomfortable, plus he wasn't wearing any clothes at all. He couldn't concentrate on Sera's questions."Amos," Sera repeated."He sucked my blood, Miss," Amos replied.Sera was clearly surprised. "Why didn't you tell me?"Amos was silent. What was he supposed to say anyway?"He suddenly grabbed me in the kitchen," Amos explained."No, not that. What I'm asking now is, why didn't you tell me?"Amos gulped at the woman's anger. "I didn't know what to do. I don't know if I deserve protection. For all I understand, I'm just a slave. I have no right to say no. If I tell you, isn't it the same as me not knowing my place?"Sera gasped at Amos' answer. "You are my slave. You should tell me anything if something happens."Amos was silent. Sera walked up to Amos, rubbed the man's cheek and forced him to look at her face. "Always remember that only I can touch you. Do you understand? Anyone who touches or hurts