Bound To You

Chapter 8

Areven

Twenty minutes later, the servants abruptly disappeared, only to slink back to the room dressed in fine clothes, but not too fine, and carry trays of drinks and fine food. They waited like statues, ready to obey a command at a moment's notice.

The double-oak doors at the far end of the room were thrown open by two servants and Lord Victor strode through. Behind him a mass of people dressed as finely as him trickled in. Areven could immediately tell all of them were not only wealthy, but powerful as most of them even had pathetic personal servants bustling around them, constantly seeing to their needs.

Although the men were dressed impeccably, with tailored and expensive dress shirts and slacks that were apparently the height of wealth on this continent and the women practically dripped in fine linen and jewels, no one topped the Lord.

Not when heavy gold necklaces adorned his neck, somehow not strangling him. No finger was bare and all of his rings were gaudy and screamed wealth, drawing the eye in but making it sick at the over indulgence. Even his ears were pierced with gems, dragging down his cartilage and reddening his skin from the heavy strain.

I wouldn't be surprised to find a ruby up his asshole.

"Welcome, my dearest friends, to this month's viewing! I know you all are most excited to look at my newest acquisitions. Please, examine them at your leisure, it will be vital to know what you are betting on.''

The Lord postured some more, and then started to lead a group of other Lords and Ladies around the cages while another group broke away for the food spread on the various tables on the sides of the room. They loaded up their plates and had their servants carry the food to the couches, which Areven now realized were strategically placed to view certain cages, and that's exactly what they did while they ate.

They stuff their faces and watch us like we're rabid animals behind bars.

Disgust rolled through him and even glaring back at the nobles who so openly stared at him made him uneasy after a while. His eyes caught the Lord and his big group, they stopped at the cage next to his.The lizard-like male glared out from behind his bars.

''Here we have a true monster,'' Victor relished in the gasps of his audience. Some of the ladies even cringed away, turning to their husbands for comfort. However, the giggles they couldn't keep in ruined their acting jobs. Victor spouted off some bullshit about the history of the lizard male; that he'd been cursed by a witch. What he ate; human flesh. And that Victor had found him trying to terrorize a small girl and Victor saved her from the terrible green beast.

Areven had to hold in his snort.

He felt bad for the lizard male though. At least he really scared the ladies, and most of the men when he hissed and bared his fangs. Victor laughed, an evil cackle, and all the other nobles chuckled with him, paying very close attention to when he stopped. ''That's the spirit! You see gents, this one is a prime one to bet on, I just know he'll do good tonight.''

A round of murmurs went up between the men.

The fuck are these bets they keep talking about? And why are they betting on us?

They moved onto the next cage, which was his.

Victor's eyes practically lit up and Areven waited for him to start salivating like a rabid dog. ''This is one of my newest acquisitions,'' Victor raptly watched his guests as they took him in. Their slimy eyes roved up and down his figure, lingering at certain places. His muscles and crotch for the ladies, and his tattoos for the men who tried to decipher what they were.