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“I mean, you should have a name. A family.” “I have no one.” “Then how did you get here?” “I don't know.” I slammed my palm on my small, round table, spilling coffee all over the whole place. “I don't know whatever you're up to, but you certainly can't stay here.” I pushed. “I can't be your Master.” Then he stood up, taking slow strides towards me. For a moment, I was blown away by how high and mighty he looked at the moment. If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet.

A complete overhaul. My mind went back to that slave. There was something about him that seemed to put me at an unease. While he fucked that slave girl, I felt this pang of jealousy, and couldn't take my eyes off him. Somehow, I wanted him for myself alone. It would have been that night but he went and jumped in front of a bullet. I would check on him later but I needed to solve the mystery around the attack first. The assassin had come in while we were focused on the show, and the slave boy only reacted quickly because he was standing right in front of my killer.

This suspense is too much to bear, but then again get used to Master means get used to the suspense because he himself is a mystery they shouldn’t dare to decode. As Cecelia was taking a walk in the lawn, she heard few girls gossiping about Levi, not interested to know about it, she was about to walk past them when she heard the word ‘Master’. Anything related to Master concerns her, so she demanded them to speak and spill everything they heard. She was shocked to know about some random girl cursing Master. The nerve of the bitch to badmouth her Master?

Rodolfo snapped, and goosebumps ran down my spine. Warm his bed? Does he want to have s*x with me again? Should I even call that s*x because it's actually torture? I followed Rodolfo unwillingly, and we got into the master's chambers. It was dark as usual, and Rodolfo left. "Strip Madison! It's going to be a pleasurable one" The Master's mean voice was heard. "Pleasurable?" My jaw went numb.... TBC...

“So what am I now? A wall? Because I think I heard it clearly, in my mansion, someone telling me to watch where I’m going. Did I hear it right, Miss Girlie?” I swallowed hard and shifted my gaze away. Where was the Mike from earlier, the one who couldn’t stop eating the food I made? Now he was back to being terrifying. “M-Master, since when did you become a wizard? You weren’t here a second ago. Did you teleport?” I asked, trying to change the topic. He straightened but never broke eye contact. “Watch where you’re going.” The words sank deep. I remembered what Manang and Sister Cooker told me earlier. One mistake with Master, and you’ll be thrown out of this mansion.

Only a being like him could instill such an emotion with a bare look. I am quiet as I walk into the library, that chilling feeling in my bones, unable to go away. I walk through the aisles, and freeze when I see him- The Master. He is early today. He is here before me. His gaze is fixed between the pages of an old book, calmly swiping through them, his hair blowing in the light breeze from the flip of a single page. I watch him for a moment, and the chilly feeling inside me dissipates.

I heaved a sigh and said, "It's not a big deal. It's likely that Damon warned you to keep your mouth shut or else he'd kill you like he's done to other people." As soon as I mentioned Damon's name, he shook his head in response. "The Master is not like this at all. What are your reasons for having such a bad impression of him? He never killed anyone without a justifiable motive." I rolled my eyes and whispered, "Of course, what else can I expect from his people?" He explained, "I'm not saying this because I work for him," and I wondered how he could hear something that wasn't even audible. Why everyone around me is so suspicious.

She smiled a little, Master was known for liking to be a clean wolf. "What can I help you with?" Master said as he leant on the wall. He was built, his chest visibly defined as he crossed his arms. Megan hesitated, distracted by his body. "Megan?" he asked again, this time sounding a little amused. And aroused. And relieved.