로그인There's a spark of forbidden desire coursing through me. His words echo in my mind: it would feel nice. I want to feel nice.“Do you want to bite me?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.Zakiel’s eyes snap up to meet mine. He swallows hard, his gaze darkening as the veins around his eyes turn black, tension radiating off him. It’s as though he’s fighting every instinct to stop himself from attacking.“You can,” I murmur, my heartbeat hammering in my chest, “if you kiss me first.”A lump forms in my throat as I try to steady my breathing. My body feels like it’s aflame, each nerve ending alight with a mixture of fear and longing. My brain screams warnings, but desire drowns them out.Zakiel leans in, his breathing unsteady, his body taut with restraint. The heat between us is palpable.He's turned on. Very turned on. “Are you sure?” he whispers, his cold hand cupping my cheek gently.“Yes,” I breathe.His lips meet mine, their icy touch making me gasp. He deepens the kiss instantly, a
His crimson eyes widen, betraying a rare flicker of surprise—or something else.“What?” I ask with a frown, my voice breaking the stillness between us.“You're... you...” Zakiel stammers, his words fumbling awkwardly before he finally steadies himself. “You clean up nice.”I smile a genuine smile. He steps closer, and the air around us thickens. The space between us feels charged, and I realize that for the first time in weeks, I can sense more than just my own misery. Energy hums through my body, heightening my awareness of the subtle pull in his gaze as it roams my figure. His crimson eyes darken, and I notice the faint elongation of his fangs.It sends a shiver down my spine, though I’m not entirely sure if it’s fear—or something else.“What does it feel like?” I blurt before I can stop myself, the words tumbling out in a rush of curiosity.Zakiel's expression shifts, his brows furrowing as if trying to decipher my meaning. “What do you mean?”“Being bitten...” I hesitate, my cheek
He lets out an irritated sigh. “Zakiel!” His voice cracks like a whip, resonating through the air.The vampire materializes instantly un the door frame, as if summoned by magic. “Yes, my lord?”“Make sure she’s fed and watered. Put her in clean clothes, then tie her to the bed,” Yilu commands, his tone sharp and final.“Yes, my lord,” Zakiel replies without hesitation.He kneels by the tub and presses the glass of water to my lips. I drink greedily, tears stinging my eyes. Then, with surprising tenderness, Zakiel washes me. I don't mind the feel of his cold hand on my skin. I welcome the physical touch. I'm still in my dirty underwear, and he avoids those places with great care. “Come on, human,” he murmurs when the bathwater cools. He lifts me out and wraps me in a plush black towel. There's food waiting, but I cringe when I see it's all meat. “Is there anything other than meat?” I croak, my voice barely audible.“Eat, Hazel,” Zakiel says firmly, offering me a piece of.. something.
“I'm your master. You'll address me as such,” he growls, his voice low and full of menace.I grit my teeth, my jaw locking tight. His piercing gaze flicks downward, catching the defiance in my clenched jaw, and his grip tightens around my neck. He tilts his head slightly, almost as if my resistance amuses him.He's calmly awaiting my answer.“I understand... Master,” I spit out, my words dripping with venom.The moment I'm done speaking, he jerks me forward, slamming my frail, human body into his unyielding frame. His armor-like scales press against my skin, sharp and unrelenting. My hands instinctively fly to his arms, ready for attack, but the moment they make contact, his lips graze my ear.“I'm going to break you,” he whispers, each word slow and deliberate. “I'm going to shatter you into a thousand pieces until there's nothing left but an empty shell.”A chill snakes down my spine. My breathing quickens, my fingers digging into his arms as I silently curse my powerlessness. If I
This time, the hallways are crowded. Full of men.Eyes follow me, unapologetic and unwavering. Their stares burn into my exposed skin, made worse by the fact that I’m walking in nothing but my underwear and fuzzy socks.“What’s your name?” I ask the vampire, forcing myself to ignore the sea of gawking faces.They're all tall, broad, and clad in dark, scaly outfits. Their massive frames put even the most elite athletes to shame.There are no visible weapons, but something in the way they carry themselves tells me they don’t need them. They are weapons themselves.There's only a few females around, but they're definitely not dragons. I can tell some are too tall and slim, and none of the females are wearing the black scaly outfits. “Zakiel,” the vampire responds, his cold grip steady as he guides me through the corridor.A flicker of green catches my eye. I lock eyes with one of the towering men, his green gaze as sharp as a blade. Something flickers across his expression—recognition?
I can’t scream. My mouth falls open in a half-gasp, but the pain is too excruciating for any sound to escape.My body crumples onto the wooden floor with a sickening thud.For a moment, everything goes black.My back feels like it’s been split wide open. The searing pain is unbearable, wetness pooling around me as my blood seeps out. Every nerve feels severed, raw and exposed.A shoe appears in my line of vision. His.“You are a slave here. I am your master. Disrespect will not be tolerated.” His voice is low, a sinister calm that freezes the air around us. “In fact, don’t speak. Ever. If I hear another word from that mouth, I’ll cut out your tongue myself.”The threat pierces through my haze of agony, and my eyes flutter closed.A slave.“Leave her in a cell for a week after administering ten more lashes,” he orders coldly. “No food. No water.”“Yes, my King,” Yilu replies with a smirk.The King plants his boot squarely on my bleeding back, driving it in. A choked gasp escapes me as







