Damon's hands gripped her shoulders tightly, holding her against his chest. Silence stretched between them, a deafening silence that made Sarah uneasy. Against her back, she could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest, along with the erratic thumps of his beating heart. And on her cheek, his taunting breaths incited those familiar, inescapable tingles that ran amok across her skin, wanting to devour its entirety.

She was sweating, too scared to move much less breathe. Sucking in a breath, Damon’s grip tightened as he lifted her off her feet and tucked her behind him as if she was a weightless doll. She stood there facing the warmth of his back while he stood tall, towering like a brick wall.

“What’s going on here?” His voice boomed as he turned to his slaves, his hard expression promising a disaster.

Alexis, who was riddled with panic, drained of colour. Her gaze darted, glaring over his shoulder at a fidgeting Sarah. She hadn’t pushed her, she hadn’t! A poke barely enough to move a half-filled bottle of water couldn’t have sent her tumbling for the floor! Was this deliberate? Was this her declaration of war?!

If that bitch opened her mouth first then she would definitely have the upperhand!

Alexis trembled with rage, her fists tightening at her sides. She, a stunning beauty, had been Damon’s for years! She’d be damned if she allowed this troll of a mate to come between them! Over her dead body!

“She came up to us first!” Alexis cried, pointing a trembling finger at Sarah. “We were just heading to the kitchen when she approached us, saying this attire was unfit for useless slaves like us! A-And I didn't touch her, I swear! She fell on her own...”

“Is that true?” Damon looked back at Sarah, making her flinch. It was a lie, she should’ve said. But his hazel eyes, steely and unforgiving, made her lips wobble pathetically under his gaze.

“I-I d-didn’t-“ she swallowed, her fingers twisting before her nervously. Would he believe her? What if he begun to beat her and didn’t stop until her last breath?

“Are you incapable of speaking? Do I need to draw an answer out of you myself?”

Sarah could sense his distaste as he stared at her, stripping the room of air like a suffocating forboding of death. The careful tone he had used with her before was gone, replaced by an annoyed edge to every word.

Sarah glanced up at the slaves, feeling her stomach drop at the smirk Alexis gave her, lasting for a second before disappearing under her innocent facade. The other two were standing by her, so they were just as bad as she was.

“I didn’t...” She said, her voice barely a whisper. “I n-never said such things.” She caught the way Alexis stiffened instantly, but she didn’t let that make her waver. “She was the one who approached me and accused me of---“

“Enough.” The icy command cut her off instantly. “Trixie, Haguy.” He jerked his head towards Alexis’s lackeys. “Take her to her room. I’ll deal with her later.”

Sarah’s eyes bulged. “I...I d-didn’t do anything!” Her throat felt as if it was trapped in a tight grip, the words barely passing through. “She started this, I swear... She kept saying I--“ Before she could finish, her arms were locked in a tight hold by Trixie and Haguy, a hand covering her mouth. She struggled in their hold.

“Master has heard enough.” One said, yanking her forward.

She looked back and over her shoulder, her desperate eyes willing Damon to look at her if just for a moment. But he didn’t glance her way as they dragged her along.

Her writhing arms went lax. So, he didn’t even care to listen to her side? She stopped her useless fighting, following the girls up the stairs and through the hall.

It had only been a moment since she was happily eating at the table and now, everything had fallen into chaos.

She didn’t utter a word as she was shoved into a room, the door slammed shut behind her. With a sigh, she sat silently on the floor, leaning back against the cold wall. There was nothing surprising about this situation. Who would trust their newest slave?

Still...it hurt. It hurt that she wasn’t the one he chose.

‘I’ll deal with her later’

A chill ran down her spine. Though she was in a large room with a huge bed, pretty lights and sleek furniture, she didn’t spare the luxury any attention. There was too much promise in his tone for her to be at ease.

Sarah shifted, laying flat against the floor with dreadful anticipation coursing within her. Hugging her knees to her chest, she began to hum a soft tune, wanting to ignore thoughts of her impending punishment.

Minutes passed before drowsiness kicked in again, her eyelids drooping. A click sounded just then, and the door creaked open. Through the blur of her lashes, she caught a glimpse of him, Damon Kalesto. But her mind didn’t process the danger, her eyes slipping closed.

Footsteps sounded, then an arm slipped under her back and another under her legs as he picked her up against his chest. Sarah unconsciously nuzzled into his warm embrace, drifting asleep to the feel of tingles running wild on her skin.

“I’ve dealt with her for you...” His whisper slipped by her ear, but the sleeping woman had not heard a word.

When Sarah woke up the next morning, she was confused to see that she was not on the floor, but laying across a comfy, huge bed, a pillow under her head and a blue duvet stretching from her mid waist down to her feet. For the first time in a very long while, her body wasn’t cramping everywhere and her back didn't feel as if it was against rows of spikes. She didn’t even stir awake during the night like she always did whenever she slept in her cell.

Slowly, she sat up, slipping her palm across the crinkled sheets. It had been years since she was blessed with a bed, years since she felt the soft matress under her.

She definitely slept well, but now it was time for her mind to be riddled with worry. How exactly had she gotten inside the bed, anyway? She was certain she fell asleep on the floor, which meant someone had to have moved her. It couldn’t have been ‘him’, could it?

She shook her head at the thought. It wasn’t. He would have probably killed her in her sleep instead.

Speaking of Damon, he hadn’t quite ‘dealt’ with her like he promised yet. What if he came bursting through the door with shackles in one hand and a baton in the other?

Mr. Knack tended to creep up when you least expected it, delivering each powerful blow with that excited glint in his eyes. She was sure the same would happen. She was so very certain.

But… Damon never came.

Sarah's mind was blank. She had no idea what he was thinking, so it was confusing. Was he going to let her live? Or was he just waiting to punish her?

As noon came upon her and the gentle sunlight bathed the room, Sarah finally stopped her waiting and headed into the attached sparkly clean bathroom. She brushed her teeth, then slipped off her ragged clothes, hesitantly lowering herself into the huge bathtub. The clear, warm water felt foreign to her, but scared that this might be her only chance to have this experience, she found herself soaking for over an hour. She sat there staring up at the ceiling until the skin on her fingers began to shrivel inside the now lukewarm water.

Getting out reluctantly, she dressed herself with a set of clothes she found in the closet and slipped on the flip-flops by the bed, then sat on the mat on the floor, staring at the door. Having nothing else to do, her torturous wait for Damon’s arrival started again.

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But as dusk arrived, the prisoner who obediently awaited her master, was growing weak with hunger. Perhaps this hunger was her punishment?

Sarah inched over to the door, sticking her head out hesitantly. She hadn’t heard a sound since morning, not even footsteps crossing the hall. Was Damon actually not home?

Pushing the door open wider, she stepped out and into the hall, staring down the dim path. She stayed stiff, without even a breath as she waited, but when no one came, her tense shoulders settled and she began to tiptoe down the stairs. But being as clumsy as she was, she managed to stumble. This time, she was lucky to catch her balance before she could fall. She grabbed the banister tightly and rubbed her thumping chest.

Then…that was when her eyes managed to spot it, the speck of red sitting eerily on staircase.

“B-Blood?” Her voice shook, feet recoiling to the right. “...or something e-else?”

As a slave, one of the first commandments she was taught was to be blind, deaf and dumb to things that did not concern her...these kinds of things.

She had to ignore it. She had to pretend it wasn’t there.

She scrambled down the stairs without looking back and finally took a breath of fresh air once she was on the level floor. Whether it was blood or not, she didn’t want to know!

Pushing her damp hair behind her ear, she grasped her composure and turned into the dining area. But her feet came to an abrupt halt the second she was around the corner.

Trixie and Haguy were sitting opposite to each other, whispering over the table while Damon sat at the far end of the huge table, secluded to himself as they ate quietly.

Surely she just walked into her doom, but neither of them lifted their heads, even the girls who had been whispering became silent. What was this? The invisible treatment or the silent treatment? Had Damon forgotten he owed her a beating?

Thinking back, it had happened a lot with Mr Knack, though the culprit for his crappy memory was most likely his old age. But with Damon, she couldn’t be so sure.

Still, even now, he hadn’t spared her a glance. This was it, wasn't it? Her chance to swoop back into the shadows as if she was never there...

Food could wait. She’d lasted longer than this on water alone dozens of times.

Biting her lip, Sarah drew one feet backwards, then the other, and again. Her worry deteriorated at every move as she slowly eased out of harm’s way, but just as she was about to take the last step that would land her out of their sight completely, a booming voice rooted her feet to the ground.

“Don’t you dare take another step back.”

And then BAM! It dawned on her…she was going to feel Damon’s wrath!