(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is a young girl sold off like an object when her parents income is too low to live off of, to a powerful vampire by the name of Park Jimin.
Park Jimin is a man with a mysterious past in which (Y/N) comes to learn during her time in th...
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(Y/N) POV He pulls away from me and straightens himself, clearing his throat.
"Ah, I haven't formally introduced myself have I?" He said as he puts his hand out to me.
"I'm Park Jimin, I'm sure we'll get along." He hums lightly, I don't take his hand, instead I grab my suitcase handle, looking away from him. He chuckles and rubs his hand through his blonde hair.
"Alright, I get it. You're in a new home and you feel betrayed by your family." He mumbles and grabs my chin again, forcing me to look at him.
"But lets get one thing straight." He says lowly. "You belong to me and you'll listen to me. If you want to do well here, then keep that in mind. I own you and will dispose of you if I feel such is needed. Do be on your best behavior." He growls and licks at his lips, letting my face go.
"You three." He looks at the three men standing behind me, they both straighten their posture and he frowns.
"You'll be punished accordingly for mistreatment of my property. You may go." He waves them off and looks at me, his eyes a dark brown.
"You'll be sharing a room with two other slaves of mine," Jimin starts and I look up at him.
"At the moment I've got about 10 slaves Adding you that's 11." He says matter-of-factly, and my eyes go wide.
"Jimin-" Before I can continue, he places a finger on my lips.
"You may only call me master." He smirks lightly and I gulp, moving his finger from my mouth.
"Master," I grumble.
"Why do you have so many um... slaves?" I ask lightly and he chuckles.
"Awww so clueless~." He cooed.
"It's an economic statement. The more slaves- the more power." He starts explaining, "Slaves are seen as objects- so if I have more property, it shows I have more money which means power." He finishes and I nod slowly.
"There's cruel owners, and then there's me. So consider yourself lucky." He says.
"Come, I'll show you your room." He said and leads me up the staircase.
I take in the house as we walk down a darkened hall, it seemed like a dark minimalistic house.
