Could you love a man who was a monster? Could you love someone who has murdered countless people?
For Devine Bennet, there is no option. Growing up in a small town, she had one close friend. Devan Valentador. Devan and Devine were inseparable, when...
I woke on a cool black silk sheet. My long pale legs twitched some. I felt an odd weight of heels on my feet. I could have sworn I took them off last night. I looked down to check my suspicions to be met with a black silk slip adorning my core and chest. I looked around, in search of something, anything to cover up in.
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My hands came in contact with a lovely robe and I slid it around my shoulders.
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"Chris?" I called. My drugged mind was still slow on the draw. "Chrissy?" I looked around. "Babe?"
"Miss?" A woman emerged from the oaken door. "Goodmorning Miss." She curtsied slightly.
"Good Morning?" I whimpered. "Where am I?"
"Why, you are in the home of the Master." She looked surprised that I had to ask. "Poor dear, you were so exhasted when the master brought you in last evening. "
I looked around and took in the room for the first time. Gold and Black surrounded me as I looked at the walls and furniture. Primarily black, with golden hints, you could tell it was expensive.
"Who is the master may I ask?" I prodded.
"Not now, ma'am." She bustled to the door. "Follow me."
"Dressed like this?" I motioned to my silk clad body.
"Yes miss, I believe he will like that." She smiled. "Come now." She grasped my arm and ushered me out the door.
I walked in an even pace. My heels clicked with each step, bringing me closer and closer to my doom.
If it was a creepy old man, which it probably was, I was done. My brain was working over time with ideas of how to contact my parents and my protective boyfriend. The woman next to me could be bribed for a price. Heck anyone could be bribed for a price.
I turned to the woman next to me. "What is your name."
"Lily miss." She smiled. A buxom woman, she could be valuable.
"Who is the master?" I pleaded.
"Someone cruel and cold heart except for one thing. This one thing he has been waiting for and longing for." she smiled. "The thing is all he could and can speak about. It has possessed his actions since he was young and he has watched it everyday."
Great, I was dealing with a creepy stalkerish (not that there is anything wrong with that) I chided myself, old guy.
"How old is the master?" I pried. She took a turn and we went down a staircase. I was very conscious of the stares from the security. I slid my hair back off my shoulders and held my head high.
Lily took another turn at the base of the grand staircase and we walked through a corridor down to the dining hall.
"He is in here miss," She smiled and pushed the door open. I faced the inside with chin held high and my features sound.
"Ah Devine, love, good to see you are feeling better, mi amour." That voice. That heart stopping, melting, voice. With its hints of Italian and Russian, it was beautiful and powerful, demanding and scary, mirthful and jealous, it was the voice of Devan.
