Vended to Don Damon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Iris’s POVThe constant chirping and tapping sound coming from the window above my head was what woke me from what I suspected to be a deep sleep.I sprang up from the bed with an annoyance-fueled energy, my head splitting into different parts.What in God’s name was this bad headache?The tapping on the window got louder then, worsening the headache, and I spun around with all my might, swatting my arm at the window and making a shoo sound to scare the bird away.It parroted something in an unfamiliar language, the bird language, and I watched it flap its wings away. “That’s it, little birdie,” I muttered in a groggy voice, “go pester someone else.”Then I yawned and stretched my entire body, my eyes sweeping across my surroundings as I sank into the bed.My room. Thank Goodness.I sniffed repeatedly, my nose becoming acutely aware of the smell in the room.Roses. Sweet, red roses.And it smelt like there were tons and tons of them right here, in my room.As I lay there, amid my shee

Iris’s POVDamon was a playing character in my trance.He had somehow materialized forty minutes down the soak, his mass of dark curls dripping wet as he came from underneath the milk pool.“What are you doing here?” I mumbled, staring at him in surprise as he approached me slowly.“You called me here, doll,” he responded, a smirk staining his lips. “You wished me here, rather. I think that’s a better way to put it.”He gripped my thighs then and tore them apart with a viciousness that tingled my insides.“W-what are you talking about?”“Lean back,” he ordered in a gruff voice, reaching up and causally palming my breasts, then pushing me into the base of the tub. “I’ll show you.”He stretched himself further into the tub, until he couldn’t anymore, then folded and ducked his head underneath the water, in the same direction as my vagina.I suddenly started bucking in his hands, suspecting what he wanted to do. “What are you doing?” I shrieked, “Let me go!”“Just stay still, doll. I’m o

Iris’s POVIt didn’t take me long to realize that this lady, whoever she was, would not hesitate to choke me to my death, and upon the realization, I reached out and grabbed her hair, acting on impulse and pulling with all my might.“How dare you?!” She shrieked, letting go of my hair and grabbing me by the collar of the oversized shirt I had on. “And what’s this? You're wearing his clothes now too?!”The confusion Iris felt at the unfolding event worsened as she mentioned the clothes.. what was she even talking about?Just then, Luca came running with a large bowl of water and splashed it on the fire that had already started to spread to nearby pots and utensils amidst the pandemonium, instantly putting it out.Then Marianna banged the raised platform on the teaching podium three times and yelled at the top of her voice. “Everyone, stop the madness this instant!”The hall fell deathly silent, and the tattooed girl and I stopped swaying in a struggle, although we didn’t free each othe

Iris’s POVThe serene, lavender-scented darkness gave way to a blinding light that filtered in through rays of sunlight. The morning sun.“What are you smiling about?”My eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice, and when I confirmed the owner, I sprang out of bed. “When did you get back?”I glanced at the alarm clock on the bed stand to see that it was 5. am on Sunday, and Damon was standing in my room, at my window. Shirtless, and in dark sweatpants.“Last night,” he replied. “You were fast asleep when I returned, and you seemed tired, so I just let you be.”Of course, I would be tired, arsehole. I’ve got news.“So is that why you came to my room so early to rouse me?”To my surprise, he nodded in the affirmative. “Yep, exactly. Get up and go wash up. We’re hitting the gym.”My mouth hung open. “The gym?” I asked, and when he nodded affirmatively again, I huffed in disbelief.“You never learn, do you? Did you forget I almost died the last time we attempted to work out? That stupi

Iris’s POVThe boxing ring was not wide enough for me, and as I climbed the base of the ring and reached out for one of the bars, I felt his hand on my butt.And I froze.“What are you doing?!” I queried in hushed tones, not willing to let these men hear what we were saying.Oh. The horror I’d felt when I realized that all these men here worked for him. As lap dogs.“Trying to give you a helping hand?” He whispered back, lifting his shoulder in a careless shrug.“Get your hand off my butt!” I yelped, losing control for a moment there. “I don’t need your help,” I added in a quieter tone, then I lifted my eyes to see that not even one head in the room had turned in our direction, out of curiosity.Were they that scared of him?Damon scoffed, taking his hand off and lifting his hands in defense. “Alright, if you say so.” Then to my surprise, he slapped his palm on my butt cheek, drawing a sting and gasp from me.“Go on,” he urged, that enchanting devilish smile staining his lips. “Climb