"It's time for you to wake up, little prince"
A cold breath followed by a slithering whisper creeps behind my ears, it made me jump and kick out of the blanket that tightly covers my body to the direction of that spine-chilling voice. I cower at the end of the bed with eyes that tremble like a hopeless prey in front of its predator, the voice belongs to no other than the master of this manor, Damon, the man that cut my arm open and the father of the kid that I drained not too long ago.
He wore a homey satin white blouse that show his bare neck, he let his bang down almost covering half of his face, under that silver hair I can see the piercing golden eyes scan me down from head to toe, it gave me goosebumps when a smirk grew on his face after he has done looking at my body, somehow he looks pleased about something.
"Aren't you lively this morning child"
"..."
No word came out of my mouth, I just thought that it is better to stay silent especially right now, my head only filled with all kinds of slanders whenever I see that smug faces.
"I heard you do something to my Carlos"
"Shit is this how my life ends!"
I jerk the sheets when I hear the kid's name, my whole body jumps in panic, screaming to get away as far as possible from the man in front of me. I grab something that looks like an iron stick with a pointed end that hangs around the fireplace and run to the end of the room near the window. He just sits there humming an unusual melody and looking amused.
"I'm not here to bite you, kitten"
"Let me go or else!"
"Else what? you have nowhere to go, you think living out there is easier?"
"Better than seeing your face"
"You are a funny one, kitten"
He talks jokingly as if he tries to make fun of the little kid that trembles at the end of the room. My eyes wandered, looking for a way out, the windows were closed and shielded by some kind of magic, the only way out is that door.
The door is slightly open, inviting me to run into it but that man was there, it will be easy to catch me if I run that way, or maybe the other bastard that knocks me unconscious is waiting outside, the winged butler. No escapes insight and I'm in a room with a mad man.
"We need to change your bandages kitten, now look at both your hand, they look messed up"
Only a fool would believe their kidnaper word, I have already learned my lesson. No words that come out of that mouth are true, I still remember how he smile at me while he cuts my body open. I don't know what he will do to me this time after I mess with his son.
"... Send someone else to do it, you bastard"
"Your mouth is foul indeed"
The word just slips out of me, I immediately cover them and scaredly look in that man's direction, the strange hums have stopped and his upturn lips fall into a flat line, he doesn't look amused at how I call him a bastard.
"If you try to come closer to me, I'll cut my throat open"
I know that my life is worth at least a box of gold, threatening him with this could work for my own benefit. At the very least if I look like a suicidal kid, there is no way they would lock me alone in an underground jail.
"Disobedient will only lead you to harm"
"I'm not your dog, you don't own my life"
"So you rather die huh?"
YOU ARE READING
Keeping Three Husband In Another Life
Romance"Let me live" The thought of death never bothers me until it happens right before my eyes, I died after reading that bastard drunk text and in such pathetic ways I was murdered, "robbery?" I cringe and laugh inside but my tears don't give any sign...
