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Coming to a particular door, Penny first blinked a few times before realizing which room this was. Oh, no! Thought Penny to herself.
Wasn’t this the very room which the warden had dragged her to? And she had struck some statues on his face which had received her time in the confinement.
Damien heard the skip of Penny’s heartbeat before he could ask, the guardsman had knocked on the door before pushing the knob to open the door. In sat a vampire, who stood up from his seat at the sight of Damien. Penny noticed how the room was much brightly lit with the lanterns that were placed around unlike the time she had been here last time.
“Mr. Quinn,” the Warden raised his hand, reaching to meet Damien’s hand as the men shook their hands together, “What a surprise to have you come here today. Would you like to drink something?” asked the man.
How polite, thought Penny to herself while she internally glared at the man.
“Yes, a glass of blood would do good,” Damien didn’t bother to hold the false front of being not thirsty, “Make it two,” Penny noted then that Damien would need the blood in his body as they both had traveled from Valeria to Bonelake. Of course, they could go back to Quinn’s mansion but right now they would need to go back again to Valeria if the woman was whom Penny thought she was.
The warden’s eyes shifted to look at Penny who was standing next to Damien. Her features are beautiful, almost doll-like. Her face appeared to be familiar and he asked her,
“Who is this lovely lady?”
“She is my fiance,” Damien introduced Penny to the warden so that he would know not to cross the line which was drawn for him.
The warden’s eyes quickly shifted after Damien uttered the words. The warden might have been one of the laws in the slave establishment but that didn’t mean he was higher than the people who lived outside the slave establishment to not know how to behave with a pureblooded vampire.
He waved his hand to the guardsman to get the refreshment that was asked by the pureblooded vampire.
“Are you here to look for a slave?” asked the warden, a smile upon his face.
“Indeed. We were looking for someone who could look after my wife and the baby in the future,” Damien replied smoothly without a hitch, “Preferably a woman. and not a young girl.”
“We have some remaining but are you sure you don’t want a healthy and young person who will be more efficient?” the warden reasoned. Older slaves were mostly useless because they didn’t bring enough money into the establishment compared to the young girls who were ripe and oozing with such a tint of attraction that could make men or women throw money immediately.
“I am not asking for a wrinkly old woman. Apart from male and young girls, the rest should do,” hearing this the warden laughed over Damien’s grave looking face.
“Of course, I understand,” after Damien had drunk the two glasses of blood they finally went to look at the slaves who were confined in the room.
The building was tall with many floors and each floor contained the cell rooms which were either filled with one or two people in it. The corridors were narrow and deserted. With only guards who were placed at regular checkpoints. When she was here there weren’t so many guards in here, it made her wonder if they had tightened the security.
How long had it been since she had come and gone from here? Five months? Or was it more than that? Penny couldn’t remember the time as in the beginning, she had only focussed on running away from here and then from Quinn’s mansion.
As she passed by one cell after another, she caught the look of every slave who was captured in here. To think that she was once here, Penny couldn’t help but wonder how dark things were back then yet she had held on to the light of hope.
The smell that came from the cells was nowhere to be pleasant. Each and every cell had a foul smell of blood and the smell of rust coming from the iron bars to be potent.
The warden and the guardsman walked in front of them, occasionally turning around to ask Damien if he had found any suitable slave. Penny continued to look through every one of them. There were some familiar faint faces who she remembered. The most noticeable one being the men who had ogled at her when she was asked to be stripped n.a.k.e.d with the rest of them before heading into the bath.
Penny had been anxious to meet the woman again. Searching for the woman with red hair but not every time they moved to the next cell, her face turned to one to be of disappointment. She wasn’t sure which exactly was the room she had been in but she was sure it was somewhere and here was not where Caitlin was. Either it were other slaves or it was empty cell rooms.
“Is this all?” Damien asked when they were done taking a stroll through every corridor in here.
“This is all that we have. There were some that we sold yesterday to the black market,” answered the warden. When Damien’s eyes shifted to look at Penny, the warden did the same wondering why her green eyes looked like he had seen it before. The guardsman leaned over to whisper something in the warden’s ear, “Would you want to wait for a week before checking in here again? It seems we’ll be having new slaves added in here.”
Was it possible that Caitlin had been sold by now? But she had told she had been here for years now. Her words also implied how she didn’t want to be sold or had no interest to step outside the slave establishment.
Where was she or who was she with? wondered Penny to herself before something hit her mind.
“The confinement rooms,” she said gaining the attention of both the warden as well as the guard who looked slightly taken back as she spoke for the very first time since they had met today, “Take us to the confinement room.”
The warden’s eyes narrowed making him wonder how the woman knew about the existence of the confinement room.
