---- Too perfect There is no fight.


    Nothing.


    He grabs her arm, examining the jagged letters forming on her pale skin "Hmm.


    Perfect.


    That''s what you are here.


    Remember it.


    Her eyes stay fixated at the blood dripping and pooling at her feet.


    This was it.


    But then hees back with a white powder in his hand.


    Scream all that you want.


    With this he pressed the coarse salt grains over her bleeding arm.


    Her body stiffens as pain courses through her, but her lips remain pressed into a firm line.


    She didn''t scream in the cloth.


    ---- Her eyes....


    They obediently stay lowered.


    "Impressive," Gerald murmurs.


    Watching her, observing her, testing her and then with onest look at her.


    He turns around to walk away.


    Tt was just his hallucination.


    She was a mere pet now Nothing more.


    He was overthinking As the door creaks open, Vince is waiting, his arms crossed.


    Gerald meets his furious gaze with a smirk.


    "She''s quite submissive, your little pet.


    You are doing well.


    Bandage her up.


    Vinces eyes flick to Zariyan, standing in the center of the room,and he rushes to her.


    Little one.


    Those crimson eyes look up at him, relief floods in ---- them and he rips out that cloth from her mouth to pull her face in his palms.


    Look at me.


    Fuck.


    What did he do? Are you alright? Master...


    I have a gi-ft for you.


    Sir said you will love It...


    Vince looks at her in confusion.


    What gift? Her eyes were dropping, her back bloody as she extends her arm to Vince and his body goes stiff as he read the letters written on her arm, through the blood dripping down her skin.


    VINCEs SLAVE D-o you like it? She asks, those red eyes look up at him hopefully, despite the blood pooling around her and Vince feels something ripping out of his chest.


    He saw red ---- He wanted to kill someone.


    Her body falters and Vince pulls her to his chest, inhaling her scent to calm himself.


    Fuck that bastard! What am I going to do with you, little one.


    He whispers, holding her like she is a doll of porcin which will break any second, and just like that he feels her go limp in his arms.


    Those hopeful crimson eyes close on him.