Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

"The confinement room?" the guardsman asked the lady who had asked the question.

"Yes," Penny nodded her head, "I am sure you must be having a fair number of slaves in there? After all, there might be people who don't follow the rules that have been laid."

She could see the hesitance of both the warden as well as in the guardsman's eyes and she didn't need to know why they carried that look. The council had done nothing when it came to shutting down the establishment but that didn't mean they forgave everything that went down in here.

The warden's eyes widened and Penny didn't have to know that the man had finally recognized her. His eyes looked at her fiercely.

How could he forget a woman like her? She was young and beautiful, a prized possession when his eyes had fallen on her the first day he had seen her.

But he didn't know what happened, a week later after he checked for her, her name was marked to be sold. Gone. He had been furious. Furious that the guards had not been keen enough to look through the names and had randomly picked her while she had not spent enough days in the slave establishment.New slaves were never handed out quickly to the customers. Even if they were, it was always at a high price that only a pureblooded vampire could buy or people who had a lot of money.

The man had decided to discipline the girl when she had not stripped. The more a slave resisted the more thrilling the experience turned out to be as he would get to beat, slap, burn and imprint their body to hear them scream until he felt the satisfaction sink in his mind.

He couldn't resist not punishing the girl but when he returned back she was sold in the black market. Her green eyes stared back at him. Undoubtedly she was the same girl. The same size of b.r.e.a.s.ts, her luscious lips, and her blonde hair that looked like it had ruffled itself with the help of the wind.

"There are some slaves who have been bad and undutiful when it came to listening to the orders the guards and I have set. Why don't you both sit and wait in the office below while I have the guardsmen bring the slaves who are in there," offered the warden to the couple. His eyes looking at her sharply.

Damien instead spoke Penny's mind, "I am sure we don't want to trouble your guards. Also, I would like to look at this confinement room. I have heard very good things about it," he clapped both his hands, "I am looking forward to it."

If the vampire warden could, he would have dragged the woman by her hair and violated her to the point where she would come to fear about the slave establishment. To not utter things that were in here and bring in trouble.

It was one of the reasons why slaves were never given away quickly until they understood what it meant to be part of the slave life. To obey and not speak, to only listen and do what was told, it was something that was instilled into the slaves this way the establishment never came to receive any complaints.

Now that the pureblooded vampire had spoken there was little to nothing they could do but oblige to avoid any problem. It wasn't the first time that someone had shown an interest but people never went in there.

The warden smiled.

"Please follow me," he said, walking back in the way they had come just now.

As they walked behind, Damien asked in a sign as to what was up with the warden. Penny appeared calm outside but he could feel the jitter in her nerves. Penny raised her hands. Pointing at the warden and then pointing at her before she used both the knuckles that collided with each other to let him know that something happened when she was here in the establishment.

Damien didn't know what exactly happened but he could tell by the eyes the warden was giving Penny he knew she was a former slave.

"How is the slave who was bought when you came here along with the young lady?" the warden tried making small talk. This was a wrong topic to initiate, thought Penny to herself, "I would have suggested-"

"You should be lucky that you weren't the one who suggested. Else your corpse would have been added in the nearest forest," the warden turned around to give a questionable look, "The slave boy killed my acquaintance."

A few seconds of awkwardness surrounded them and the warden didn't go to initiate another conversation.

Reaching the part which was called the confinement rooms, the guardsman hurried himself to get the lanterns, turning them on and handing out to the warden.

"We would like to have one each. Unless you have a shortage of lanterns in here," Damien demanded. The guardsman looked torn, his eyes darting from their customer to the warden to know what to do.

"Apologies Mr. Quinn, we are running out of lanterns and it needs to be stocked again," the warden answered to his request.

"I see," Damien responded back before saying, "Then you wouldn't mind if I used the lantern, would you?" Penny wasn't sure if Damien was trying to push the buttons of the warden for fun to see how he would react, also not giving the lantern felt more than suspicious.

Damien stared at the warden, raising his hands as if the warden had already agreed to give it to him. To not pass the lantern would come off to be rude and to give it to him would mean inviting trouble.

"Pardon me, Mr. Quinn," the warden bowed his head, "It would be rude to make you carry the lantern. This is your first time so let me lead the way," reasoned the vampire, his eyes meeting Damien's while hoping the man would agree.

"Sure," came the curt reply from Damien.

The warden and the guardsman took to lead the way.