THE NEW MASTER

"You bring me such huge fortune. I have known that from the day I set my eyes on you, am so proud of you" Samantha commenced the moment she entered the room where Imogen was.

"It breaks my heart so much that you I had to sell you out, but it is still a blessing that you are leaving here. Don't you think so, Imogen?" She asked with a grin as if mocking her.

"I guess so" She forced a smile out. 

"You remember all that I taught you, don't you? Am worried that you might end up disappointing me. No! you won't do that. I can't jinx you with bad words before you leave" Samantha said with nothing but excitement written all over her.

"She must be really happy." Imogen thought. At this moment, she envies her mistress. She wishes she could smile happily like that, for once in her life. She just wants to smile and be happy.

"My beautiful little girl" Samantha giggled and cupped her two cheeks.

A man came interrupting the moment. "Lord Sebastian is ready to leave, he wants to see you and his new slave"

"Already?" Imogen asked aloud and they both turned to her.

"Am sorry" She bowed and apologized. 

"I am sorry for her rude behaviour, let's get going" Mrs Samantha suggested while the man led the way to Mr Sebastian.

Imogen wringle her hand nervously as she walked. She is sold to her new master, there is no going back now. 

She wondered what her new master is like. Is he going to be good news like Emily's master?

"The owner of Sebastian castle, the popular dread lord Simon Sebastian" She recalled what the men said about him.

"That doesn't mean good news," Her subconscious said while she sighed.

The movement of the man who came to get her and her mistress stopped and she stopped as well.

"My lord" The man called and Lord Simon turns towards them. Imogen raised her gaze to look at her new master. her eye met with him for the second time. To see him makes her feel nervous, troubled and sad.

She wasn't able to examine him, because of fear and anxiety.

However, looking at him now. The things she heard about him seem more like a lie, his face was nothing like what those men claimed him to be. He has an innocent and pretty face, just like a woman. Those blue eyes had her sucking in a breath, his brown hair curls on his forehead and his tallness was a sight to see, straight nose leading to a set of soft lips that were now curled into a smirk.

Looking at him, all Imogen could think about was how beautiful he looks. This was her first time seeing a man this, handsome and young. Her thoughts was that she might end up with an old man. Luck as found her for having such a young master whom she thinks might considerate and treats her better. 

"Lord Simon, I don't know you were going to make it to this auction" Mistress Samantha paid her obeisance

"I never thought I would be coming either. But since I got bored of my slaves at home, I decided to get a new one, although I made it to auction late, but I hope she is worth the money" He said huskily. Imogen stole another glare from him and then she noticed how noble he looks, his hands rested at his back and his shoulder were exuding pride.

"Of course. I assure you, she is worth every penny"

They were talking about her like she was nothing But an object, puppet. A puppet to satisfy him and an object to bring money to her. She just stood listening to their words that breaks her heart, her visage gleamed in sadness.

"Since have paid the whole payment can I go with my slave now?" 

"She is all yours, My lord. Here is the key to her chains" She stretched forth her hand to give him the keys but he rejected her.

"You can unlock her" 

"What?" Imogen acted surprised. He wants her out of her shackle, she is a slave, his slave. Slaves are always supposed to be in shackles and locks, but why is he different? 

Maybe he isn't bad news, maybe she got lucky.

"You want me to remove her from her lock?" Samantha asked surprised. 

Lord Simon didn't give any response, and Samantha understood immediately. He might look calm and gentle just like his Innocent face but he is nothing like that. He is brutal and wicked especially to his sex slave, his rumours has travelled around the town. Many nobles men fears him, he shows no mercy and no emotion.

Just like his nickname, dread lord Simon. He is to be feared. Sam looked at Imogen who was beaming in excitement, she pitied her for she knows not what she's about to get into.

She moves closer to her and unlocked it just as lord Simon instructed.

Imogen sighed relief, she wasn't comfortable in that chain. However, her master's response shocked her most... He never thought she might ran away?

"Thank you for your service, you can take your leave now" He ordered strictly.

"Thank you for coming tonight, my lord" Samantha bowed and left.

"Your ride is over here," The guard said while Simon nod and took the lead.

Imogen looked at them confused, he is walking ahead with his guard not caring about his new slave. "Is he stupid?" Imogen thought.

"Or is he just being nice?"

Lord Simon stopped and turned. "Aren't you coming, slave" 

"Am sorry, my lord" Imogen apologised and ran to them.

Imogen stood still when they got to where his ride was, it was a carriage. Wow, it looks so beautiful, this was her first time seeing one but sadly she will never be able to ride it, not in this lifetime.

"Get in" He commanded. "What?!!" She exclaimed, totally dazed by what she heard.

He wants her to enter, to ride with him. She, a slave. A s3x slave.

"I don't like repeating myself," He said strictly. The look on his face shows he was serious, and the last thing she want is to get her new master angry so she obliged and entered.

The door to the carriage was closed from the outside and the ride started.

They were seated in an opposite direction, making it easy for eye contact, especially Imogen.

During the ride, Imogen couldn't take her eyes off her new master.

She just can't figure him out, is he stupid, kind or thoughtless.

No man will ever do that to his slave, not even the kindest man. He unlocks her and even asks her to ride with him.

What if she suddenly attack him, or open the carriage door and ran away. Is he not scared? He is sleeping peacefully in the same carriage with his slave.

"What is it?" She suddenly heard him say.

He was still with his eyes close, and hands crossed.

"I don't understand, my lord"

"You have been looking at me like forever, it seems like you have something on your mind that you wish to say. So tell me what is it?" He asked and slowly open his eyes as he glare at her.

"I..." She looked at him and he seems serious.

"I...I was just thinking about why you set me free and even permit me to ride with you in your carriage. Are you not scared that I might run away, or I might hurt you since we are the only one in the carriage" She said.

She didn't hear him say anything or move, which made her think she might have crossed her boundaries.

"Forgive me my lord for my foolish words" She kneels before him.

"You can stand up, it is nothing" He stated.

"You must have been so curious, and also you don't seem like the kind of person that will attack me. You won't be stupid to try that" 

"But I was hoping you will run away," He said this time with a devilish grin.

"He was hoping I ran away, does he feel bad for me?" Imogen thought.

"It will be fun if you do" He scoffed.

"What?" Imogen asked confused.

"You running away will be fun, because, I will have to go find you and hunt you down, you will be running away for your life. Trying to struggle, and the struggle makes it more fun. And if I end up catching you, I can just kill you on the spot or do whatever I want to do with you. Then I won't be a brutal master who killed his slave, I will be the righteous master who pitied his slave by releasing her shackles, but she repays his kindness by running away" He laughed, his tone holds a tinge of excitement which scares Imogen.

"You can run away, don't worry about anything. Just run as fast as you could, I will find you anyway" He chuckled while Imogen heart thuds.

She was wrong, and those men were right. Her New Master is dreadful, wicked.

He is the devil himself.