Finders Keeper | Lord1: Pxyron Lexeus D'vourne (Revision)

Chapter 1

Her heels were making their clicking sound as her body took a few steps away from the car where the master of the pet shop just went out. He was holding a chain on his left hand which was connected to the metal shackle on her neck. On his other hand, he was holding a whip made of thorns which is used for punishing if thy master is offended. She took a glance at the door in front of her which was waiting for their arrival. Lies ahead was the biggest place in the 12 Cities. The City of all Cities. A place where the Lords from 12 Cities spend most of their time. In short, it is the place where most of them reside. And only those who have high position is allowed to get in. Sometimes entertainers are permitted to enter if approved. If thy Lords gets bored and needed distraction.

It was a cold and noisy night but for Liah, it will either be the end or another beginning of her chaotic life. No one knows what was waiting for her and the pet shop owner after they enter that door. Though the sound of the passing cars and vehicles was heard in the always busy noisy street, her rushing heartbeats were still visible through her ears. Despite the air breeze that made the night chill and the way the pet shop owner made her dress, she was still sweating.

She secretly roams her gaze at the tall building in front of her. It was made of glass that can almost reflect almost everything on those shining walls. She raises her brows wondering how the hell people learn to clean it regularly to make it shine like that.

The sound of chains interrupted her from her thoughts. She began to walk and follow the owner as he walks towards the open glass doors. Though she hasn’t fully recovered from the wounds she got with the cruelty, she tried not to limp as her heels hold her weight.

Her body shivers as the cold metal shackle touches the back of her neck whenever the pet master pulled the chains to make her walk faster. It was suffocating but it was better than the last night. Last night was so tight that it was uncomfortable for her to breathe and sleep better. Not because of how her body shivers from the cold metal but because of the wound she received this morning.The rubbish thin cloth that was good enough to cover her breast down to her tights were exposing her wounded flesh.

The wound's marks were reddish and some were purples. They were visible from her shoulders, to her back and down to her tiny white legs. They were the pet shop owner’s doing. His art of torture.

In thy advanced city, in this world that surrounds her small figure, the people were divided by the way of their living. The Lords were the highest, the rulers, and the slaves were the lowest. Pets and entertainers were 2nd higher than slavery. But Liah doesn't belong to any of these lowlife humans if only she had never ran away from home.

"Mr. Al the Lord was already waiting for you to meet him."

The masked butler informed as soon as they stepped inside. The scent was chilling through her nose urging her to roam her gaze around, curious of what kind of place she was entering. She was wondering of how beautiful the place is and why most people dreamt of going there if they only had the given the chance. She wanted to raise her head and look but tried not to, trying to avoid making one mistake that could drain her of the red liquid that makes her weak body function. She pitied herself for putting thy pure blood in this kind of situation and hates home for letting her go through this suffering. If only her father did trust her enough to let her live the life the way she wanted it to, then she would not have run away. But did running away in the first place made her live the life the way she wanted it to be?

She started walking again as the chains chimed, telling her it was time to move. She fixed her eyes on the shiny cold floor as she takes a few very slow steps. The sound of her heels that was echoing through the hall was all she hears as they made their way to who knows where. She didn't even try to guess where they were heading to knowing it will always be the same for her. There’s no place for her but hell.