THE BLOODY RING

7

The night is getting late, though, Mr. Vilan is now ready with a knee-length black zoot suit for his outer shirt and a dark red shirt on the inside with a pair of long black Chino pants that cover the legs perfectly length up to the ankstrap and dark brown shoes.

Perfectly...! I said in my heart satisfied with the appearance of Mr. Vilan who stood casually before me, staying the last touch in his hair to look neat and more perfect.

I told Mr. Vilan to sit on a chair in his room and tidied his hair, and yups finished! I said excitedly in my heart.

"Grf..." Sigh Mr. Vilan with a slightly pressing tone.

I looked down and noticed Mr. Vilan's face right in front of my chest, the shame now began to creep up on my head to make my face become hot and red.

"Has your activity finished..?" Asked Mr. Vilan while looking up and looking at me.

What a good looks that torment the mind... I was amazed in my heart while holding my breath, my heart pounding even more as Mr. Vilan started to stand up and I took a long step back to get away from him.

"Already Sir..." My answer.

"I'm going to a meeting, wait here for me until I get back..." Said Mr. Vilan.

I did not answer him and just looked at him with mixed feelings, Mr. Vilan looked at me from overhead until his gaze stopped at my feet.

"Given your tiny, short legs that seem to be dislodged from their place if you go back and forth down the stairs in my house, then you better wait for me here until I get back" Continue Mr. Vilan with his ignorant tone.

It's nice that my legs are tiny and short, I'm pretty tall! hmmmph-g..! My protest felt very upset in my heart.

"Your answer?!"

The rebuke of Mr. Vilan made me realize from my daydream that was upset by his words that so offended me, I refocused myself on Mr. Vilan.

"Okay sir" I replied firmly.

Not waiting for long, Mr. Vilan left me alone inside his spacious room.

I stared at a super king bed, it was as if it kept calling me to touch it and pamper myself on it comfortably.

Slowly but surely, my legs moved forward and I jumped my body right on the bed. Soft and very comfortable as well as soft, I have never felt a bed that is as comfortable as this. Even in my room right now which is said to be very good, does not have a bed this comfortable.

Everything in this room is of the highest quality, it is fortunate that I have had the opportunity to enjoy this comfort freely.

"Aaah~ is really comfortable and..." I kissed the blanket that was under my body, the scent of Mr. Vilan is very dominating on this bed.

My heart skipped a beat again as the shadow of Mr. Vilan wearing only a waist towel was standing before me with the remnants of water flowing from above his head and dripping slowly fell onto his masculine body until it ends in his towel, the scenery is so vulgar and full of inner pressure in the evening.

I closed my eyes and threw out my vulgar thoughts, warning myself that the man was my current Master and most importantly he was not a human being.

Not so long ago I was dissolved in a dream world, a dream depicting a vast forest and full of towering trees.

In the picture I saw myself bathed in blood on my left shoulder and a slight wound on my forehead, my very weak breath and body drooped helplessly under the feet of a man. On the other side, far in front of me were two groups of people staring at me.

And the other group I saw the figure of Mr. Vilan was in the front row position with his red eyes that were wrong, he said, the look on his face was so fierce with a very sharp and angry look that was directed towards me. More precisely, looking at the man who was standing behind me.

I tried with some of my remaining energy to look up to see who the man Mr. Vilan was looking at so fiercely, a man with a tall and big body. The man was also a demon but my guess was that he was a werewolf, in contrast to the other group of demons that were far ahead of me.

Why am I under the feet of this man with such a weak body? and who are they all? Thought wondering.

"Oh, just give up. Why do you want this woman so much?" Said the man behind me crouching down and pulling my hair until my head was raised parallel to his face.

I screamed at the pain in my scalp from the rough pull of the man, my tears running down my cheeks.

"Poor woman, you shouldn't have come to this realm. And your family should not claim you as their successor so that this kind of incident is not necessary for you to feel, if you want to blame your situation. Then it's your fault that your family is there, they're all so enthusiastic about wanting you" whispered the man right in my ear.

My gaze was fixed on Mr. Vilan who was far across, perhaps what my family meant by that man was Mr. Vilan. But why would he tell you about claiming me as his successor? have I been made a Vampire by Mr Vilan?

AAAAARGH...!!

My screams echoed in the forest as two fangs pierced through the skin on my shoulder, the wolf demon began to suck my blood and tore the skin and flesh on my shoulder. My cries grew louder and my tears were unbearable, I kept screaming in pain.

When the man ripped my shoulder, Mr. Vilan and the others did not stay still.they all ran to me and with the lightning speed of Mr. Vilan, they all ran to me, he grabbed the man's shirt and stabbed his heart so hard that it pierced his back and threw it towards the tree to make some big trees collapse.

"Master... Vilane..." My words were roar with my crying voice, I stretched out my hand and at once Mr. Vilan was in front of me grabbing my helping hand.

I opened my eyes slowly and woke up from my dream, my gaze towards the side of the bed where my hand was stretched out as long as in a dream and my hand was currently being held by Mr. Vilan.

I looked at Mr. Vilan who was beside the bed, his body filled with blood. His eyes looked at me sharply, but they were not as red or full of anger as they were in my dreams.

"It seems you enjoyed your dream on my bed with your tears imprinted perfectly on my pillow, is it so comfortable that you dream of me?" Said Mr. Vilan.

I woke up immediately and tidied the bed, I looked regretfully at Mr. Vilan's pillow wet from my tears. I lowered my head, not daring to look directly into Mr. Vilan's eyes.

"Bow me, I feel very tired" said Mr. Vilan as he laid his body on a comfortable bed but took me for a walk into a nightmare.

"Alright sir" I replied and immediately prepared everything and then repeated the activities of bathing the spoiled 'big baby.

After bathing, Mr. Vilan walked out of his bathtub without using a towel. Walking towards the hanger on the other side of the bed, Mr. Vilan grabbed a sleeping pajama that had hung on the hanger and climbed into the bed and covered his body. I stood beside his bed waiting for his next order.

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

"Huh..?" I was shocked by Mr. Vilan's words.

"If not, then go to your own room to rest. I don't want to sleep on a flat board, go..." Said Mr. Vilan.

Oh God.., can't his mouth put the brakes on a little bit of his harsh words..? and from which side did he see my body like a flat board..?! Nagged me in my heart as I went out of the room without saying a word.