Chapter 6: New Owner

I still found it harder to breathe. I was grasping for air because of the darkness in the atmosphere if the life force was being drawn from it. The impossible silence in this office was overbearing, too. I clutched the jacket around me as I tried to breathe. Like some thick fog enveloped the area, and I knew all too well where this gloaming was coming from, I hesitantly looked to my side., The angelic yet dark angel was seated majestically on his seat with his arms resting on the armchair. My eyes widened in horror. I must be seeing things because it looked like some dark forms of flames were around him, more like emanating from him and hanging in the air. ’You’re seeing things,’ I mentally told myself as I looked away, but I was unable to deny that this was one of the things I could see and others can’t. This was far worse than anything I have ever felt, and what made it worse, this very man owns me now. "L-Let’s get to the details" The Grandmaster began opening a file, I could tell he was shuddering although he remained composed right now, I could see the sweat breaking from his forehead and his blue eyes pinned on my owner like if he looks away he would get his head taken off, I don’t blame him though because it felt like my owner would do it. "A-Ava, age 21, no family of any sort, so her attachment to this world is none, there won’t be a problem." "Education?" at his voice, I shivered again, the very tone of his luscious voice was affecting me, and I had no idea why. "W-, Well, her caretaker did say she was given some sort of education when she was in the orphanage; she can read and write, although I don’t know how far," he answered in a shaky tone. "That is all," he stamped the file and shifted it to my owner. "I require your signature, and then the deal is set. She belongs to you until you choose otherwise, fairly. If you don’t have any usforof heranym, or you can bring her back, and we will give you a 30% red" "You’re highly mistaken, Grandm. Aster. he reached for the small pocket on his suit and brought out a black pen with a golden tip. "Hmm?" "I have no intention of discarding a pr," he signed the space and saw his golden signature on the whit,e paper, and my gaze trembled. Did he just call him a property? I was not an object! I chewed the inside of my mouth. The Grandmaster cleared his throat. "Surely when you have made use of her, there will be no further need for him." he looked over time, and I paled under his blue orbs because the looks he gave me now were lustful. "Trust me, I have better use for broken objects, mostly brofairiesairy, she will work better in my establishment." his hand reached for me, and I clutched the jacket tightly. "What do you say, fox-" My eyes broadened because suddenly, before them were splashes of droplets of blood. My brain was still processing where it came from... but I could already see it, his wrist was slit, with his hand dropping on the table like it was cut off by some knife, but I saw none. What filled my ears next were his screams of pain; he clenched his bleeding wrist tightly, and the table, as well as his clothes, were a pool of blood. I drew back in horror as all the warning signs exploded in my head, and the horrifying scene that lay before me was too much. I shakily turned my gaze to the now-standing man who was my owner; his gloves were off, and I could see his sharp, silver nails coated in blood, all the more proof that he used them to create such a scene. "I believe my warning has been set in motion.n" his tone was just lifeless, and the Grandmaster’s screams came again. "MY HAND!" he roared with red eyes. I watched in fear and horror as my owner wiped his bloody hand with a white handkerchief and dumped it on the floor. His nails did the impossible because they went in normal size, and then he put his glove back. on "Never utter such words to my face again," he tilts his head to the side. "Or it would be your eyes next." It was a ruckus, now and before I kne, it the Grandmaster was on his knees before him, bowing, and he shook in both fear and pain. "F-Forgive me, m-my lord, I-I stepped out of line!" he slammed his forehead to the floor. "Have m-mercy!" It was a chilly silence now, and I could already see his need to rip this man’s head off, but I pondered why he chose negligence. I panicked when he walked toward me in haunting footsteps, I drew back until my back found the wall, I was mortified by the fact he just cut off a man’s hand from his mere words and now he was coming for me, the dark flames erupted off him made my head spin, I have never felt so much fear and yet chaos from a person. Just who exactly have I been sold to?