Pleasing To The Master

NOWEL

I walked through the large vintage halls of the castle with my eyes sharp for any sign of him. Where could he have gone within a short period?

Inside and through the halls of the palace is cold. But nothing could be colder than you taking off after someone saved your life! I shook my head in disbelief!

Who does that? Disappearing without even saying thank you to the person who is behind you still having your dumb head firmly on your body.

It's hopeless. I stopped wandering around like a confused rabbit and I folded my arms on my chest with a frown on my face. "I should have let him be beheaded." I murmured, "I wonder how in the heavens I am going to cope with him. Maybe Elys was right. It's a waste of time." I sighed and decided to leave.

As I was about to leave, I moved back to see him already breathing behind me. I opened my mouth to scream...but he stopped me by placing his hand on my mouth and pinning me to a nearby wall with his freezing palms and a muffled groan formed in my throat at the impact. A sharp knife pressed at the baseline of my neck and I gulped after I had a brief heart attack.

My eyes moved to meet his unfriendly ones.  This was not how I expected his thank you to be.

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We stayed in that position for a few more seconds before he hardened his already hardened looks at me. My heart raced.

I struggled to free myself but squeaked like a rat as he put more pressure on my lips. Preventing me from making even the smallest of sounds.

Oh, good eye god help me!

Dirty, horrifying images of the possible ways he might choose to slash my throat into halves flooded my mind, and I said thousands of prayers to the heavens for a safe journey to the undying lands when I die in my mind.

Being scared right now is an understatement. Horrified is the perfect description of how I felt. Heavy tension built up around us as my heart kept on beating fast at an increasing pace. Had it been that I was armed, defending myself wouldn't be a problem for me at all.

But...I am defenseless and at the mercy of my attacker.

"Why are you stalking me?" Jumping jellyfish, he finally asked!

I stilled when I heard his voice. Beautiful is not the right word to describe how it sounded. It sounded ethereal.

Beautiful face, hair, eyes, body structure, and lustful looks. A romantic voice with a sassy attitude to it. Should I proclaim that he has everything a princess like myself dreams of?

He gently withdrew his cold palms from my mouth and I was finally able to breathe.

"If you make any sound then this knife would teach you a good lesson." He whispered with a warning glare and I submitted to him straight away. "Now, let me ask again..." I swallowed, "Why are you following me?"

To beat your a*s for just abandoning me without even thanking me for saving your life!

I cleared my throat.

"To... apologize for bumping into you in the first place. It was all my fault. I was so reckless and stupid for not being more careful and watchful at the same time... I'm sorry."

"For what?" He narrowed his beautiful eyes at me.

"For... letting you go through all that stress and embarrassment in the first place. It's not worth it."

He then glared daggers at me for a long moment, before he hesitated and drew back. He placed the knife somewhere in his clothes and turned to leave. How in the hell did he get his hands on that knife? Without being caught?

"Wait!" I grabbed his hair and he paused at my action. I never knew why I did that but a part of me wants him to stay around me longer. Maybe this time, without a sharp blade to my throat.

He went still. Why in hell's mercy am I doing this?!

His hands, both of them are fisted at his sides and I could feel this resentment have a wide space in him.

But to whom? Me? I doubt it.

"Let. Go. Of my hair. If you know what's good for you."

Being the stubborn goat, as usual, I tangled my fingers around it and yanked it. He hissed.

"Why can't I touch it? Anyways, you are my servant from now onwards. Everything about you, that makes up you and belongs to you is mine now. I can do anything I want with them. The Master always has the upper hand and I demand respect and no resistance or defiance."

He hissed again and I'm starting to wonder if he is a snake or something. He hisses a lot.

Before I could process anything else, the table had turned and I was held against his body. My back pressed flush to his front causing my cheek to burn with heat. His arms are around my waist. One of his hands grabbed my hair and I gasped at the way he pulled it. Pain seized the soft tissue of layers on my head.

Is he mad or in the early stages of losing his mind?

I am a princess and I should never be handled like this. Not even by a common slave.

I became scared and wished so much that I had my sword with me. If I had my sword with me, his blood would have lubricated my sword for his misbehavior.

"Does this please the Master?"

Oh. So he is mocking me.

I groaned as he continued to pull my hair. I did not know that he was this violent.

"Listen, princess. I am a part demon and I serve no one." He pulled harder.

What the-? Did he just say demon?

"Rule number one. My hair is off limits."

Okay.

"Rule number two. Do not stalk me, ever again."

I gulped.

"Rule number three. I serve no one. Understood?"

He let go of my hair. I rubbed my scalp and turned to face him but he was already gone.

What just happened?