"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her." sighed Taehyung as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.
Meet 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝚊 𝚙𝚞...
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She had been staring at the marble floor, the smooth white letting the light that came from the chandelier shine like glittering gold when two slices of bread were brought in front of her face. Just the smell of the butter wafting across her nose had her mouth water at the sight of it. Her stomach grumbled and she licked her lips.
Lifting her head, she saw Taehyung who was speaking to his father while his hand hung in the air. Taking the opportunity, she took hold of it and quickly started to eat it. In a span of seconds, the two loaves of bread had disappeared into her stomach. As she licked the breadcrumbs off the tips of her fingers, she felt as if someone was watching her.
At first, she thought it was Taehyung but the man was busy eating his own meal and drinking something red which Penny guessed to be blood. The thought of him consuming blood made her stomach flip and twist. She had never been in the company of vampires before less pure-blooded vampires to see them drink blood. With the continued gaze, Kookie finally looked ahead of her to see not one but two pairs of eyes staring down at her. One with absolute disgust while the elder woman's lips were set in a thin line of annoyance.
"Ah, it's making my eyes hurt by merely looking at her. Did you even see how she ate? There are crumbs all over the floor," complained Jennie to her mother without keeping her voice down.
As soon as Kookie's eyes had narrowed, in the same haste, had turned back to normal when she realized the two women noticed her change in expression which came out rude. Rude because none of the slaves ever had the nerve to look back at their owners or any higher-ups until now.
"What are you looking at?" Jennie questioned Kookie, one of her thin eyebrows raising in question while trying to show who was a lowly creature in the room which was Kookie.
If the people in the room could hear her thoughts, by now Kookie would have been hung outside like a dry cloth under the sun to dry until death struck her but fortunately, none of them could.
