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Chapter 1
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2023-05-11 19:06:25Amy's POV
"$2000!"
"$10,000!"
The laughter and screams from every man in this bar make me sick. I never thought my life would end here at a bar auctioning off girls.
“$1,000,000.”
Suddenly the room falls silent as the bid comes in. Does a man want to buy me for one million dollars? Is he insane?
"Who said that?!"
My father, the seller, yells loudly and climbs onto the bar. Yes, you heard that right; I am being sold by my father to pay off all his debts. I hate this useless man! His life got even more chaotic after my mother's death.
"I, I will buy this girl."
A man with sharp and sunken eyes, pale lips, and white skin emerges among the bar-goers. He approaches us and looks at me cynically.
He is very handsome, but he also looks like a ghost. He hands over money in a suitcase. I panic, especially when he puts his arm around my shoulder to take me away.
"No, Daddy! Help me!"
His grip on my shoulder is so firm I feel like a cat being thrown away.
"Dad!”
“I'm sorry, Amy. Go with him, he is our savior!”
My father didn't budge; he smiled, engrossed in staring at the pile of money in the suitcase. Meanwhile, this man continued to lead me toward the exit, accompanied by screams from other visitors.
Where will he take me? Why? Why do I have to get this terrible thing?
**
"Akh!"
The man pushed my body roughly into a classic black sedan. Somehow, I had a hunch that he would kill me. I couldn't stop crying, especially after the car started moving.
"Can you please stop your crying?"
I swallowed my saliva. The man's voice was much scarier now than when he made the bar offer. And this makes my tears flow even faster.
"I said, stop. Your crying makes my ears hurt!"
The man snapped at me and glared at me. My body is shaking; I'm scared. I dared to glance at it.
Whether it was the light's reflection or his eyes were a strange color, I found that the man's eyeballs were deep red.
"Once again, if you cry, I will not hesitate to throw your body out."
His threat managed to silence me. I surrender; I do not know where he will take me now. What is clear, the road we passed was tranquil and filled with dense forest.
I've never passed this way. Did he want to kill me? This lonely place is undoubtedly the right choice to kill someone. After all, he bought me with a million dollars; you could say my life right is already on him.
How about this? I don't want to die. I still have lots of things to do.
"What's your name?"
"Amy…. Diaz."
No further conversation. Silence fell in the middle of the night. The bright moonlight accidentally shone on this mysterious man's face; I noticed that his veins were showing beneath his snow-white skin. Surprisingly, the veins on that face were bright red like fresh blood.
Honestly, I'm getting scared. Especially when a magnificent large building was seen before us on a high hill; this place was like another world I had never been to.
The luxurious jet-black gate opened when the car approached a short distance. The road to the luxury building was still quite long, with sharp inclines and bends.
Forests and ravines are on this asphalt road's left and right sides. Yes, I just realized that since entering the gate, the road that used to be dirt has changed to smooth asphalt. Amazing.
Whoever the man who took me now, I'm sure he is very wealthy. And I'm so resigned to death that it seems so close.
**
Five minutes passed, and the car was parked in front of the magnificent building; the man immediately got off, and I followed him from behind. This luxurious building is so cold; it's like walking into a refrigerator at the highest temperature.
This man stepped quickly toward a staircase in the middle of the room. No one was seen to be in this mansion.
We passed through a long hallway on the second floor with paintings of women and men in royal-style clothes hanging on the walls. The dark hallway and the moonlight shining through the ventilation slits somehow gave off an impression of both horror and luxury.
A black wooden door then appeared ahead; I assumed this was our destination. My heart is like being beaten by a thousand adults; it can't be explained in words.
The man stopped walking and turned to me. "Come in," he said.
The cold and murderous look in his sunken eyes gave me goosebumps; I lowered my eyes and entered the room.
One large bed with light from a torch is hanging on the wall. This room is like a room of exile in the era of the BC kingdom. I don't know what will happen here; the man closed the door by slamming it.
I'm nervous. I dare not look back.
"Amy, are you ready?"
The man whispered in my ear. His voice was like poison spreading into the blood. My chest feels tight, especially when the man's breath feels so close to my neck.
"It's the time; I can't stand sucking your blood, Amy."
Reflexively, I turned my head and found that the man was about to bite my neck with his long fangs.
"KYAA!"
I pushed the guy's body until he almost fell. I panicked abysmal. I glanced at the door and intended to run away, but the man moved his hand towards the door until I heard the sound of a locked door.
"You can't run, Amy. I've bought your body. You're mine now. I don't have time to play hide and seek; shut up and take it easy."
"No! Don't you dare to touch me!"
The man grinned horribly and suddenly appeared before me while embracing my body.
"KYAA! Get off me, psycho!"
I smacked his chest, but that didn't make him go away. His head is getting closer to my neck; his long fangs are so terrible, and the hollows of his eyes are also turning black.
"Ouch!"
The man released his grip shortly after I hit his head with my forehead.
"Damn it, Amy. It looks like you need the rough method."
My body suddenly slammed into the corner of the room. The man quickly jumped in front of me. I'm locked up; I can no longer move, and my body also aches. He gripped my hand hard.
My tears started flowing profusely; the only thing I could do was cry and start to whine at him. "I beg you, don't kill me. Please! I'll do whatever it takes; please don't kill me!"
His grip slowly loosened. I dared to open my eyes and found that the man was now standing with his face back to normal.
He looked at me intently and just walked away.
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TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE 54
OLIVER’S POVWe reached the castle long after midnight, guiding the rescued girls into the main hall where Gina and the remaining clan members prepared blankets, water, and warm food. Most of them were shaking, some crying, some silent, but they were alive. That was more than they had yesterday.Amy walked beside me the entire time, her steps unsteady but determined. Her skin glowed faintly under the torchlight, veins shimmering with a pale iridescence that only I seemed to notice. The pure blood inside her wasn’t resting. It was moving. Changing. Pushing.She didn’t complain. She never did. But every few steps, she pressed her hand against her chest, as if trying to calm a storm beneath her ribs.Once the girls settled safely, I guided Amy to the upper corridor.“You need to rest,” I said.“I’m fine,” she insisted.She wasn’t fine. Her pulse was unsteady. Her scent kept shifting—part human, part something ancient, something not yet awakened. Her aura pulsed in short bursts, uncontrol
TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE 53
AMY’S POVThe bar looked smaller than I remembered, but that was probably because I wasn’t the same girl who had been dragged out of here in chains. The neon sign flickered weakly above the door, casting a sickly pink glow over cracked pavement and overflowing trash bins. The alley reeked of sweat, alcohol, and old blood—so familiar my stomach twisted.Oliver stood beside me, tall and silent, his aura a heavy shield pressing against my back. Two of his strongest clan members, Rovan and Elias, positioned themselves at the alley entrance to prevent anyone from escaping. Gina stood behind them with a crossbow made of reinforced steel, her face stern.“This is where they took you,” Oliver said, even though he already knew the answer.“Yes,” I replied, forcing my voice steady. “Right through that door.”Oliver’s expression sharpened. “Then no one walks out of this place alive unless you allow it.”The protectiveness in his tone made my chest tighten, but I pushed away the emotion. I needed
TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE 52
AMY’S POVBy the time I was finally allowed to leave the healer’s room, the castle smelled like burnt stone and fresh sawdust. The repairs had started, but the damage was a painful reminder of everything that had happened. My legs still felt heavy, and my arm still throbbed under the bandage, but walking helped me feel like a person again—something more than a survivor lying on a bed.Gina accompanied me through the hall, gently making sure I didn’t collapse halfway. The corridors were full of vampires carrying beams, patching walls, or sweeping broken debris. Some glanced at me with a mix of curiosity, gratitude, and confusion. They knew what I had done. They knew what I had become. They weren’t sure how to behave around me yet.Neither was I.Oliver stood at the far end of the corridor, speaking to two guards while inspecting a broken archway. He gestured decisively to one of them, then turned and glanced back just in time to see me walking toward him. His posture straightened immed
TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE 51
AMY’S POVI woke slowly, as if my body had been trapped beneath a thick layer of darkness. The first thing I felt was warmth—steady and comforting—pressed gently against my hand. When I opened my eyes, the healer’s lanterns glowed dimly from the far side of the room, their light flickering against cracked walls that told their own story of destruction. My arm throbbed under the bandage, but the pain was dull, no longer sharp or overwhelming.Oliver sat beside me.His head was bowed slightly, his hand still wrapped around mine, fingers locked with enough pressure to tell me he hadn’t let go for hours. His shoulders were tense, and his posture looked strained, like someone holding back a weight too heavy to put down.He hadn’t slept.He hadn’t moved.He had stayed by my side the entire time.“Oliver,” I whispered, my voice rough from dryness.His head shot up instantly. His eyes met mine, and the relief that washed over his face was so raw it nearly knocked the breath out of me. He lean
TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE 50
OLIVER’S POVThe hall remained silent long after Bernatta’s ashes disappeared. The dust settled slowly across the broken floor, and the air felt unnaturally still, as if the castle itself was too exhausted to breathe. I held Amy tightly against my chest, her body limp, her breathing faint but steady. Her pulse brushed softly against my fingers—a rhythm weak, but alive.Alive was enough.Gina approached carefully across the rubble, her boots crunching over shattered stone. Her eyes widened when she saw the remains of Bernatta scattered in fading trails across the ground.“She’s really gone,” Gina whispered.“Yes,” I said, adjusting my hold on Amy. “Permanently.”Gina looked at the dagger still clenched in Amy’s hand, the blade stained with darkened crimson and flecks of ash. She exhaled shakily. “She did it.”“She did,” I said, staring at the small streak of blood drying along Amy’s wrist. “At great cost.”“We have to get her to the healer,” Gina insisted.“I know.”But I didn’t move
TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE 49
AMY’S POVThe moment Bernatta screamed, the entire hall trembled violently. Her magic flared outward, cracking stone pillars and scattering debris across the floor. Oliver used his aura to shield us, pulling me closer so the falling rubble wouldn’t crush either of us. Her scream wasn’t just rage—it was the sound of real fear, sharp and unmistakable. She understood what I had seen inside my head, even before I fully understood it myself.Oliver leaned in, his voice low and urgent. “Amy, tell me exactly what you saw.”I kept my eyes locked on Bernatta as I spoke. “A blade made of silver. Dipped in my blood. Straight through her heart.”Oliver’s jaw tightened, and I felt his aura shift beside me. His power surged again, reacting to the confirmation of her weakness. Gina, positioned near the lower staircase, gasped when she heard the words.“That makes sense,” Gina said loudly. “Pure blood breaks witch magic, and silver disrupts hybrid bodies. Combined, it could kill her permanently.”Ber
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