Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)
Chapter 99: What you want- Part 1

Penelope flinched at the sudden pain of the fangs piercing through her skin where a mouth latched on as if a piece of bread had been hanging in the air. The bite wasn't a long one but a short quick one where Damien let go of her hand after she had overcome the initial shock.

She took her hand, holding it close to her chest but taking a look at the same time to see the two holes which Damien had made.

"Why did you do that?" she asked him wide-eyed, her face holding the expression of shock. Was he so hungry that he had decided to have her as the spare blood body, or should she say emergency food?

"Your blood tastes sweet. Give it back, let me have another bite," said Damien raising his hand towards her but Penny scooted away to go the other corner of the carriage. Not that it would make much difference as it was a small space where she had no place to run except for the window which couldn't fit her.

Having never been bitten before in her life except, she looked at him with a skeptical look. Staring at each other.

Damien's pink tongue peeked out of his lips, wiping the blood off his lips to catch his Adam's apple bob up and down. After a few seconds, Penny asked, "You aren' hungry...are you?"

"What makes you think I am not?" when Penny didn't answer and only continued to stare at him, "How rude of you to refuse your master a meal when he is hungry. Should I perhaps punish you here?"

She saw him shift from his seat closer to her and this time she gulped softly. Was he really going to drink her blood? She remembered the time when he had taken blood from Lady Yuvaine's neck until the lady had passed out.

Seeing the fear start to swirl in her green eyes, a smile cracked on Damien's lips as he spoke, "Give me your hand. Be a good mouse, sweetheart," hearing the sweet words from him only made her that much wary about him, "I won't bite this time," the smile simmered down making her wonder why he was asking for her hand if it weren't for him biting her. He hummed as if he were waiting and reluctantly, Penny gave her hand to him. Placing it on his while he grasped it firmly to bring it back close to his face which alarmed, her heart beating loudly as she readied herself for the pain.

This master of hers had only given his word of not biting her and it was not even a minute that he was ready to open as she saw him part his lips,"You told you wouldn't bite," came out the whispered rushed words from her mouth.

Her eyes looked at him, moving softly as it jumped to look from one eye of his to another. Her own lips parted as she tried to breathe in.

Damien who had leaned forward towards her hand pulled his head back, "Penelope, you have only seen the worse things of the slave establishment. Of slaves going through torture, pain, death, some losing their mind before they are handed to their master and mistresses. Most of them take the buy slaves for their own amus.e.m.e.nt. Do you know why I bought you? You always ask me why I bought you, let's see if you can answer it today," he said making her frown.

How would she know why he had bought her?

When her heart hitched at him leaning back to her hand which he still held in his, he said,"I said I wouldn't bite you," and with that, Damien licked the wound he had caused without single remorse of him touching a person lower than him right now intimately.

Penny had stopped breathing. Her eyes wider than before, goosebumps starting to form all over her skin. Damien gave a few more licks, closing the wound every time his coarse tongue came in contact with her hand.

The entire scene in front of her was e.r.o.t.i.c. With his hair that he had previously ruffled, it came to brush her hand like a feather. Damien looked nothing less to a cat, a black one maybe because of his pitch-black hair with his eyes closed until they opened to look right at her.

When he finally raised his head back, the grip on her hand loosening for her to slip out but for him to catch hold of her index finger, "Always in such hurry to run away."

"I did not run away," came out Penny's response, her heart thundering in her heart and she was hardly bothered with it as her Master Damien had licked her hand. Which man did that?! she fretted internally.

Damien leaned back, his eyes on her which were filled with amus.e.m.e.nt, "Are you saying the thought of you trying to run away tonight never crossed your mind?" Unfortunately for Penny though even though she tried not to bring any emotions out, her heart betrayed her, "To run when there is a room full of vampires who might want to hunt you, you should know better, Penny," that did cross her mind. She was aware that running at this time of the night though looked feasible at the same time she would invite the same amount of risk, "Though a lot of abuse slaves, some of them want to build a good relationship of the master and slave. It is a matter of the slave putting their whole life to dedicate their life while the master will provide the roof that the slave craves. But it is more than that. It is a matter of trust which not many can build and maintain."

"It doesn't change the dynamics that much, Master Damien. A slave will still be treated beneath everyone else and you never know when their life will be taken."

"That is where you are wrong. Penelope, my cousin and I often play chess as a leisure game. If there was one thing I have learned in there-the mere soldier who is brave enough to sacrifice can play until the end to be whatever he wants in the end."