Pets, not Slaves

Chapter 3

It was torture sinking my teeth into someone without drawing blood, but I managed. I just wanted to get my message through, I had no plan to hurt the girl. I couldn't help but feel a little bad for the poor boy. The whole room filled with his shrieks as he attempted to pull me off of her.

"Okay okay!!! I'll listen!! I'm sorry!!! Just please stop!!!" He screamed, yanking on my arm. I lick the bite before standing up again. He mumbles something under his breath, something along the lines of "disgusting" or "gross." He grabbed her hand as I stood up before checking her pulse and making sure she was still breathing.

"Stand up and follow the guards." I say, turning my back to him.

"And Guards, I expect the girl alive." I say, turning to leave. Ethan walks into the dungeon and takes a look at the two new humans.

"These two? Really, Jack? All the money in the world and you get a sack of bones." He scoffs, gently punching my arm before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Where was that affection earlier?" I ask.

"I wanted to watch. I hope you don't mind, but I will be gone for a few weeks."

"Where to?" I ask. Turning my attention to my boyfriend.

"I don't know yet. And I took some money out of the vault. Hope you don't mind." He says, before moving forward and getting a closer look at the two humans.

"These are the slaves?" He asks, reaching to touch the boys face. I give him a glare and he allows him to run his fingers over his pale face.

"Pets, not-" I start, before being rudely interrupted.

"Pets, not slaves. Blah blah blah. Pets can range from live stock to family. Humans aren't just food. Blah blah blah. You've told me this a million times, Jack." Ethan groans, before turning to leave.

"But you don't remember. Have fun on your trip." I say, still staring at the human boy, my arms folded across my chest. He will have to learn to respect those above him if he wants to stay. I'm just happy he didn't throw a fit about Ethan touching him.

"I'll be back soon." Ethan says, walking out the door.

"Love you!" I call out, but without a reply. I sigh and turn to leave.

"I want him cleaned up and marked. Bring him to my room after." I say, turning to leave and head to another boring meeting.

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