"Don't touch me!" I growled at him as he got closer and closer to me.
He chuckles lightly and I glare at him.
"I swear I'll kill you if you touch me!" I threaten him.
He shakes his head and continues to get closer. I look around for any objects to protect myself. Spotting a knife, I grab it and hold it up to him.
"Don't get any closer!"
"You won't hurt me, darling."
"Yes, I will! Now stay back!"
He slaps the knife out of my hands and presses me against the wall. I curse under my breath. My body started to burn literally at his touch. Whenever he touches my skin, my skin begins to burn.
"Stop please! You are hurting me!" I scream.
"No you have been a very, very bad young lady." He says lowly.
This maniac bought me off the black market. My parents sold me off for money and this man bought me and many other slaves. I had unfortunately fallen into his grasp. Tears stream down my face.
"Father." A male voice is heard from the living room.
"I'm in the kitchen, son." The man says as he smirks down at me.
"—you'll make a great gift for my son." He adds.
I shake my head with tears and I scream in agony as he continues to burn my skin with his touch. He takes a tight hold on my throat and my tears continue to stream down.
"Father. Namjoon hyung has arrived from his trip in Russia." The man's son says.
The man looks down at me.
"Stay quiet and put. I'll be right back. Don't let my son see you." He says.
I nod and he lets go of me. I begin to grasp for air and he chuckles. He shoves a vile with purple-blueish liquid.
"Drink it."
I sob lightly and he watches me open the vile.
"Now." He growls.
I nod and chug it down. My skin begins to heal, making me lose all the pain of the burns. I sigh and continue to sob.
"Good girl."
I slide my body down against the wall and he walks off towards the living room. I look down at the empty vile in my hand. My body was healed and it looks like if nothing ever happened to it. My body was healed but I felt weak. I wanted to drift into a deep sleep and to never wake up. I was giving up. My eyes slowly begin to close. Footsteps are heard coming towards the kitchen. My eyes widen.
I hope it isn't my master's son..
I say to myself. I begin to hide in case, it is his son. I have never met his sons before and I didn't want to. What if they were just as cruel as their father? No thanks.
I crawl into a cabinet in the island in the middle of the kitchen. Closing the cabinet door slowly, so I wouldn't make any noise. I hold my breath and cover my mouth.
"Father, I'm going to get some carrots and apples for the horses." A husky voice was heard.
"Go ahead. The slaves already cleaned and attended to them, by the way." My master says.
"Oh okay." His son replies as he opens the fridge.
"Son, can you come by tomorrow around this hour?" My master asks.
"Sure. Actually, I'm just going to feed the horses, this small snack and I'll have to get going. Taehyung is waiting for me at my house."
