Lucian may have been accurate in his assessment of Visenya. She really had spent all of her life pampered, with servants to dress, clean, cook, and tend to all of her wants and needs. She didn't know the first thing about scrubbing floors, washing linen, or kneading dough until her hands cramped up.

The next morning, Visenya carried on with her dismal life as usual. She prepared a simple breakfast for Lucian and was surprised to find that he didn't utter a single complaint about it. His mood appeared slightly more tolerable, but she still felt a sense of relief when he departed to wherever his

A couple of days had passed, and to her surprise, Lucian hadn't summoned Visenya to satisfy his sexual urges. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of him seeking out other slaves. She scolded herself for caring about it, blaming the stupid mate bond for her irrational emotion

Visenya paced restlessly in Lucian's bedchamber, anxiously awaiting his arrival. The piercing screams of Cylis reached her ears, a symphony of justice for his reprehensible actions. Oh, how she yearned to witness the pervert's torment firsthand.As Lucian's footsteps echoed up the stairs, Visenya st

The next couple of weeks proved to be utterly exhausting for Visenya. She found herself unwittingly trapped in Lucian's twisted game, forced to play the role of the subservient slave he desired. Not only did she have to endure his demands for pleasure multiple times a day, but it also became increas