To Put A Leash On The Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I stumble back with a wince when I collide with something solid. There’s no pain but I’m rubbing my forehead, looking up to find the two hefty men clothed in all-black attires blocking my path. Their countenance is forbidding, much like Dad Griffin’s, although they’re Hunter’s bodyguards.I glance past them to find Hunter still at the counter, so close yet far to reach. He’s slipping from my fingers again and I can do nothing. Nothing. I haven’t fought a girl, so why try with two giants? I’ll just find a better way to talk with him. Or not talk with him at all even though curiosity gnaws at me.I hate being kept in the dark. And the more Hunter avoids me, the more I want to understand why, even as he isn’t allowing me to do so.Turning to leave, I’m stunned when the two men grab each of my arms. Their strong hands wrap completely around my arm, tight and painful.“Fucking let me go!” I scream, struggling to no avail until I end up outside the mansion, thrown into the damn snow.I wat

My eyes widen. My heart skips a beat, lips sealed by confusion. But his tongue pressing against the latter creates a slit between.His warmth fills my mouth alongside the rich taste of berries and lavender, the most intoxicating effect flooding my senses before a surge of tingling sensations courses through me, mingling with an overwhelming heady feeling of floating.My eyes flutter shut as our lips move in sync. Our tongues meet in a sensual dance while matching the slow rhythm of our breaths.When I place my hand on Hunter’s jaw, he abruptly draws back to cut the kiss. Fuck, no, please. I’m starving. I want him. I’m longing for more. And I’m almost reaching to pull his head down as my eyes shoot open. “What was that for?” I whisper, searching his emotionless gaze. A faint smile tugs at his lips—a goddamn smile that shies away from his eye.I can’t believe I just shared my first kiss with him; I don’t understand the meaning behind his sudden display of affection either.I feel bo

/ X /I know their names and looks. Father does too. Stuff took me a year and more to study, I might even begin to list the names of their fetuses.It’s my first time coming to Braevalle, and I’ve heard things about it. Good things. Like how the fruits are heavenly. And how unearthly their females look. And… I think the White Mansion took up sixty percent of these compliments—it also happens to be the first stop for tourists.Let me tell ya tho, I find the whole thing exaggerated. Braevalle is just as good as every other place but also as quiet as a graveyard, which is bad. Really. Or maybe I just loathe silenc― ouch!Did I just see Hunter’s female guard hitting Heidi’s forehead against a boulder? Yes! And the impact renders the latter unconscious on the woman’s body. I want to laugh. But if I do, I’ll be heard and exposed. I’m currently camouflaged in the environment, so making a loud sound is… I won’t say it’s dangerous because no one knows me. And they can’t catch me if I run any

/ HEIDI /My eyes flicker open. The sun’s out; I can feel it on my face. If only it can burn out this unsettling emptiness in me.I stare blankly at some unfamiliar brick ceiling, my bowls of emotions empty. It’s good to feel sometimes. And I wish I did right now. But I don’t—no headaches, cramps… nothing. Maybe I’m dead. Hunter probably finished me off, which could be a good thing too―I don’t know…A door pushes open before an elderly woman hurries into the room. She sets a bowl on the small table near the bed I’m just realizing I'm lying on before saying something while smiling. But I don’t hear. Why can’t I hear? Her face blurs out, the jade centerpiece of her necklace gaining my attention.I don’t like how it dangles; swinging from left to right. Or is it because it makes me nauseous, bringing back the scenes I’ve tried to forget? Hunter’s indifference, the gore of the mass slaughter, the explosion. Even the acute fear that consumed me for the very first time; that still eats

/ X /Here’s where the fun is; leaning against a damp tree in the woods, twirling a strand of hair with one hand—while the other’s sweating in my jacket pocket—and watching an overly frightened girl whose chaotic emotions are serving as my best meal.I’m not the one she’s seeing, I swear. And I don’t know if she really sees Hunter either; the man can hide.I know because he was gone by the time I returned to the road after watching Zavere. And I can’t track him, not until he has a surge of emotions; like the anger he felt when he killed his guard or the bloodlust that swirled about him when he massacred the people at the mansion.Enough rambling for now.“Heidi, dear. Are you quite alright?” Magen’s voice is soft and laced with concern as she approaches Heidi, following the girl’s gaze to the forest.All she sees are the starved trees with their stretched branches shaped as skeletons of emptiness and woe. However, Heidi remains unmoving, still staring, her eyes filled with a dread that