Prisoners- Part 2

Leonard sipped the tea from the white teacup which had blood mixed with it, his tongue relishing the rich thick texture of the blood which wasn't found in milk. The sun that rarely graced the lands of Bonelake was already up and high, rays of sun filling up the entire place and piercing through the glasses of the mansion which refracted various colors on the walls. It was the colors that had woken him up from his sleep along with the birds that had perched in one of the trees.

And when Jan had arrived at his door, the first question he had asked was, "Where are the three maids?"

"They have been sent to the market, Sire. They should be here in half an hour," the housekeeper replied back looking at his pocket watch.

"Hmm," counting the number of servants in the mansion had become a habit to Leonard since he had placed the master-slave bond on all his servants. The trust he had gained in years had been washed away with the blood of his own.