“Aren’t all servants and maids assigned to a room in the servants quarters? Won’t it befitting that I have a room there? It won’t be right for your image if-”
“Ho ho,” Damien sarcastically laughed, “What image do you think I have in the society?”
Penny wasn’t sure if she were to view and let him know through her eyes or the others whom she had seen back in the mansion, “Must be good…” she trailed with an awkward tone where her voice fizzled out in the end before her sentence could even start.
Damien’s smile disappeared slowly like a wax melting, his eyes looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze, “What do you mean must? I have an outstanding reputation with the people of the village, towns and the people in the high society. Of course, it’s a completely different story when it comes to disgusting peasants who are brainless even when they belong to the literal class especially,” with the way his sentence was going Penny was going to frown at his words until she heard the last half of what he had to say, “Do you doubt it?” he asked and Penny could feel her back turning hot.
“Yes, you must be a marvelous man,” Penny agreed by making use of another word to see him not so happy. Did she say something wrong?
“Marvelous? Who told I was marvelous? I have an outstanding reputation when it comes to breaking people’s limbs and snapping their heads. Torturing them for information until I am satisfied that that is all they have to offer.”
Penny had no words but to stare at him. One would have thought that when a person was praised they would let it go but this man here was owning up to his actions was also happy that he did it whilst enjoying it.
Was she supposed to smile and nod her head to agree it was as fun as her master was saying when it came to breaking the hands and legs of a person? Or was she supposed to continue to sit quietly the way she was as if she was pretty much part of the carriage like the seat or the window whose opinion didn’t matter?
“Women who have come across me and have tasted these lips don’t let go that easily. They crave it enough that even if I insult them they come back. Must be a group of masochists, don’t you think so?”
How would she know his rendezvous with other women? She could see why the females of both humans and vampires were attracted to him. It wasn’t just his looks, but the arrogance that he wore shamelessly with his unfiltered words had a charm of its own.
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“Tell me, Penny. What do you think people think about me? Tell me through your eyes,” Damien looked at her intrigued. Leaning his back against the seat where he crossed his legs.
“I don’t think it matters what I see what others see,” Penny replied back as if wanting to swim far away from this question which had the possibility to be tricky.
“Trust me it does,” pressed Damien for an answer, “It is important to hear from you,” his words carried itself in the wind which Penny took in as the air to breath. Damien could see that it was hard for her to start, having trouble with what to say. He wanted to see how smart this mouse was.
Where they were going, he didn’t need to run the tests to know who she was. Damien had met people of every kind. Having close contact with every creature anyone would come across, he didn’t need tests and could identify the familiar creatures. What Penny was had been identified by only him and his cousin Alexander who shared the same keen eye doubted the kind she belonged to but was yet to realize.
Penny didn’t know what it was about today but it appeared like Master Quinn was opening up with all sorts of questions and his statements catching her off guard one after another. His words were sarcastically tearful towards her but there was something she couldn’t deduce from his tone. His eyes staring at her intently while she hoped she was one of the parts of the carriage so that she could turn non-existent.
Clearing her throat, she said, “Today in the mansion when the party was going on, there were women who wanted your attention but you brushed them away. Some of them were shocked, a few disappointed but it didn’t seem like it was anything new as they recovered quickly. Or they were only putting up a face. The men, they fear you. More than men.”
“Why do you think they fear me?” asked Damien as if he wasn’t expecting to hear it or as if he had no clue about it.
“They are scared?” Penny wasn’t sure about these questions. Was he trying to educate her? “You have instilled some sort of fear in them, enough to have them look and approach you warily.”
She saw Damien nod his head before saying, “Getting back to the bedroom, are you aware of how many slaves are kept in the house?”
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“Badly,” Penny whispered remembering the lashes the slaves had received along with the humiliation in the public, “I heard about cages, the whip, and torture,” she stated softly from what she had heard by the woman named Caitlin who had been her cellmate for the short period of time in the slave establishment.
“What you hear is different from what actually goes on mostly behind the closed doors and a few out in public where your very soul gets tarnished. It might be one of the reasons which cause the very hate that stems out to bloom with poison until the master or mistress is left dead,” said Damien looking outside the window where the rain had finally decided to slow down.
“Do you support the system of the slave establishment?” Penny asked him, holding her breath as she waited for his answer.
“I don’t. I actually have no interest in it whatsoever,” deadpanned Damien like he hardly cared about it.
“Why did you buy me then? You can…” let me go, thought Penny to herself which she didn’t complete.
“I answered this. It is because it is was you that I bought you from the market. If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have cared. To top it who would pay five thousand-”
“Three thousand,” corrected Penny to see him smile.
“Yes, three thousand gold coins for a mere slave is rather ridiculous, don’t you think so? Why would I spend it for anyone,” but he had for her, thought Penny to herself, “I have enough maids and servants in the mansion.Hmm, for some reason I feel we have gone through this question. Aren’t you bored asking the same thing? Though I should appreciate your different approach. Good mouse,” he praised her as if she really was a small animal with white ears and whiskers on her face!
