When they reached the Isle Valley, the town that the rich people used, the coachman opened the door for the lady of the house to step outside. The slave girl followed her, not standing but to walk down as she used her hand to crawl.
“Wait right here. I will be back in two hours,” ordered Grace without looking at the coachman or waiting for his response, she started to walk. Pulling the leash that was attached to the human’s neck, she pulled it as one would with a dog. Dragging her without a stop where Penny had to keep up with the vampiress steps wither her knees and palms of her hand.
Penny found it quite hard to keep up with a proud Grace walking ahead of her. It was only when they reached the main town where there was a crowd did Grace slow down her steps. She walked in pride, the slave next to her adding to her existing status that made her feel like a queen in this town.
“I don’t understand what Damien sees in you. Do you look at the other slaves here? They are more appealing than you are,” said the vampiress, looking down at Penny with a smirk on her face. In her entire life, Penny had not felt this helpless and degraded. It felt as if her very essence was fading with Grace making her walk like a dog. Just like the ones she had pitied the last time she had come with Damien, “Don’t worry though. I have been meaning to have learned everything a slave needs to know. At least that is what I thought but we will first hand you to someone who has been asking for you. Who knew you would be in demand, it only makes it that much enjoyable. I am sure Damien wouldn’t mind letting you borrow. I have to say, I still feel something is wrong with you even though others say otherwise.”
Right now Penny paid less attention to what Grace was saying and instead looked at the people who walked by them. There were some slaves like her who were tied. They looked tired and out of life, not having a mind of their own as they followed their master mistresses.
She had been thankful all this while for Damien to have not treated her like this. Not once had he touched her inappropriately or hurt her physically or mentally. He had claimed he liked her, telling her had fallen her a long time ago and was waiting for her.
Not knowing why her eyes filled with tears to the brim.
He had been careful with her, unlike the others. Or his sister who was now dragging her making her neck hurt along with her face and back which had started to bleed. She could only hope for Damien to come back quickly where ever he was. With her mother who had never come to find her, she felt betrayed. Her uncle and aunt her sold-out pushing her into a corner where she believed no one could be trusted. But even in such dire circ.u.mstances, she hoped for Damien to show up.
“He said he was going to be here. Come on,” Grace said pulling the leash and continuing to walk, her shoes clicking on the ground with firm footsteps.
Grace continued to drag her until a certain point where she finally met up with a blond-haired man who Penny had already met before during Damien’s mother’s birthday which was held in the mansion.
Penny felt uncomfortable at the mere sight of him. The man exuded cunningness behind that kind face which made her feel wary about him. Unlike her or Damien, this man wasn’t so good at hiding his emotions which linger right in the corner of his masked face.
“You bought a gift,” he said looking down at her. Penny quickly shifted her gaze as her heart began to thunder, “And that too an early present.”
Grace beamed in happiness, “I did tell I would make sure to have some time with her. All one needs to do is ask,” answered the girl smugly to receive a smile from her.
“You are a doll, Lady Grace,” complimented the man.
“Thank you, Sir Robartae.”
“Though I am curious to know how you got her so freely. Your brother seemed to hover a little more than necessary knowing someone would take her away,” this man wanted to spend time with her? thought Penny to herself before shaking her head mentally. This was not going according to anything she thought. At this rate where Damien was nowhere around, she would be forced to go along with what Grace was proposing. She had seen how slaves were beaten on the streets for not responding or obeying.
“Just a little persuasion and luck,” answered Grace. After courting other men whom she had met, Grace wanted to be in the good grace of Robarte as he was one of the high standing men in the society. He wasn’t as rich like her own family but he would do too.
Another man arrived, whispering something in Robartae’s ears for him to nod, “Would you wait here, Lady Grace. I have some errands to run through which needs my urgent presence,” he smiled at the young vampiress who first looked at him in a confused expression before nodding her head.
“No problem. I will be here while you finish your work,” she nodded to him as he left with the other man. In the meantime, Penny racked her brain. She had to run away! The last thing she needed was someone taking her away and the man Robartae was bad news. She was surprised that Grace had made plans to meet him here and to her worse luck it was when Damien wasn’t present.
Feeling the vampiress pull her again, she wondered where they were going when Grace herself said, “Let’s take a look at the black market. I am sure you remember it,” stated Grace haughtily. As Grace continued to walk, dread began to fill in Penny’s body. Grace was a loose woman, and there was no saying if she would decide to sell her off.
