Zarniya reached out for his cloak, she lifted the hem and gently pulled it so she could see the chains. She saw them, they were thick silver metals restraining his ankles, wrists, and neck.
She blinked her eyes and seeing him heavily shackled, loosened the anxiousness within her. It was replaced by anguish. He was a human, despite being a subhuman- a human was still a human. He was just a person with some extraordinary ability, and he was treated like a beast.
And she was one of the people who was relieved because he was shackled like this.
If it meant her safety, it was all right for someone to suffer.
She was disgusting. A very disgusting entity.
There was still fear, however, Zarniya had gained more clarity and courage to free him from the chains. She could not fear him; she was the one who was supposed to manage him starting today.
His life belonged to her as of now.
His aura was imposing but it was only his aura. In terms of capability, in the back of her head, she knew he was harmless to her. They made a blood oath if he tried to kill her. He would die with her…
Moreover, Zarniya somehow also felt that his domineering air lessened which caused her vigilance to decrease.
She looked at her trembling hand, there was only one key given to her. These shackles were connected. They looked heavy and painful to be in. Zarniya studied the chain and looked where she could insert the key; she had not met chains like this in her life. As she was looking for the keyhole, she could not help but also scrutinize his clothes and body.
He was barely wearing clothes underneath.
It was very alluring. Messiah had tan skin, he did not have any scars on his body and Zarniya could say that because the robe covering his upper body was so thin that she could see his flawlessness. Also, because it was only a robe, his front body was exposed to the view. He had broad shoulders and shredded muscles, but it was not bulging or disgustingly overwhelming. Below, he was wearing wide white pants, his half-nakedness was enough for those who could see let their imagination run wild.
Zarniya wanted to appear indifferent, but she knew that her face was burning red. She wanted to appear that she was not coveting his beauty, however, he was… so gorgeous that she could not help but glance.
His face was still covered by a mask, yet his eyes were enough causing breathlessness and his body was just a sin. In addition, Zarniya had never been so close to a man before, just thinking that he was presented to her like this meant that those people had an intention for him to serve her.
It was confirmed that he knew what he came here for.
She had to tell him, she would not let him feel downgraded, and let him serve her.
Zarniya gulped and lowered her head, she used the fact that he was tall and shielded her immorality through her lashes. It would be too disrespectful for him if he could see the greed and lust cumulating within her eyes.
He was gifted to her; the moment he was received he could be played, and he should serve to her satisfaction.
Zarniya knew this, she was old enough to hear conversations like this one. He might know his purpose, he might not.
Regardless, she intended to have a good relationship with him.
Also, it was hard not to get charmed by him at this close and this situation. He was behaving, silently looking at her, aside from him appearing to be harmless, he was standing like a perfectly molded person. He did not seem to have any flaws. She had seen most of the slaves that the other members of the royal family favored. They were beautiful, but Messiah was much better than them. Zarniya was only a young maiden who, like everyone else, was drawn to a beautiful entity. He was scary and dominating but that just added to how enchanting he was.
Who would not want to jump on the fire of temptation if it was as alluring as Messiah?
She was an average girl- who was terrified and enchanted by him.
Zarniya knew her place.
She could look, she could not touch.
And she would not. Dare not.
Since he knew, he was supposed to serve the first princess, he seemed to be expecting to please the eldest and not her.
Zarniya had no qualms about it.
What bothered her was that the eldest also gave him a name, Elizart. That could show that the eldest was looking after him, the eldest considered that this man belonged to her in some way. However, it was Zarniya who received Messiah Elizart, did that mean that Zarniya was only a caretaker of him?
If the eldest named him, then she should have just taken him. Why are bother giving to Zarniya and claiming him later? Was the eldest planning to make this man kill her before taking him back?
Clank!
The entire chain fell on the ground and almost crashed into Zarniya's feet, she was vigilant, so she was able to step back.
Zarniya looked at the chains on the ground and lifted her eyes to Messiah. He took off the black mask covering his face.
…
He was simply beyond words.
Zarniya was infatuated with his beauty … and everything.
Zarniya creased her brows and clenched her fist. He did not have any murderous intent anymore. Judging from his movements, he had no intention of killing her.
She was both afraid and admiring him. Zarniya felt she could take a deep breath to calm down.
She had to force herself to look away.
He rubbed his wrist with his big hands and stretched his neck.
He was finally out of the chains. Then, the next step was to assure him that she would not mistreat him. While formulating the word in her head, her vigilance almost faded.
She was not aware of his movements; he moved so stealthily. He walked past the chains and stood before her inches away. His towering body exuded the scent of freshness of dark florals, and damp woods.
Zarniya blinked her eyes when she saw the white lace robe swaying in the air, his body was a lot closer to her because the chains were removed. Her mind could process fast, but her actions and reactions in real-time were slow.
When she looked up, his upright posture was already leaning on her. Before she knew it, his lips had landed on hers. His cold long fingers meandered on her cheeks and penetrated the strands of her hair.
Her eyes widened in shock as she felt his warm breath narrowing, the next thing she knew, her lips and his had met.
It was not a simple kiss, it was… a rough claim.
His hands slithered like a snake to her waist, pulling her into a crushing embrace. Zarniya gasped and his tongue swiftly entered her mouth.
His soft lips brushed on hers, they were smothering her as she could feel his tongue stealthily licking her wet. She looked at his eyes closed and felt his masculine body covering her physique. His head tilted, adjusted to devour her more.
She was stunned.
All her senses except for her mouth shut down. Her mind was in a blackout and all she could feel was the wetness of the kiss and how oppressive he was claiming her mouth.
Her tongue was looked for, sucked, and bitten. Her head was pushed by his large hand to press their mouth closer.
He had explored her.
His wide hand was at the back of her head, slid on her neck, fingers grabbing her hair, and was manipulating her for easier access.
Zarniya returned to her senses, it was because of her lack of air. If she did not move away or escape from this violation, she might die because of lack of oxygen. She unconsciously pushed him away, only to find how unmoving he was. His hard chest was like a pillar of stone, and his sturdy arms enveloped her body, pulling her in, and crashing their bodies together.
Zarniya felt dizzy.
"Mhm! Mm! … ahm," she moaned in rejection and pushed him away with all her force. But her limbs were soft, her knees had been turning soft since earlier and had already given up on her.
He was the one who was keeping her standing as he held her body tightly so she would not fall.
Zarniya had the thought that she would faint if this lasted for more seconds.
A thread of saliva glistened the moment he set distance on them.
Her chest heaved heavily and caught the air. His eyes watched her with a conniving smile. His lips had a glint red, and they were wet, slightly parted as he breathed.
His hands moved carefully, brushing the untamed hair of hers behind her ears.
Zarniya did not know what expression she was making as she was staring at him, all she knew was she was too dumbfounded at the development of their intimacy.
"Master, should I wait for the night to fall before I serve and pleasure you?" He asked huskily.
His dangerous gaze lingered on her and she felt feared. He has been looking at her like this since the beginning… Only now, she was closer.
Zarniya blinked and slowly her eyes widened in shock. Her weakened hands pressed on his upper body and touching his skin felt like she was burned. She was in his enclosed embrace and enveloped by him. She trembled, and the fear that was fading earlier suddenly heightened.
"Y-you…" crazy bastard-
"Yes?" He pressed his lips on her eye as if he was kissing her tenderly.
She heard him chuckle as he set distance between them.
His jaw was well-defined from her point of view, it was clenched like he was holding back. He looked amused and smug.
No…
Zarniya pursed her lips and realized she was bleeding, but she did not know which part of her mouth was inflicted. It was numb and then it was in pain, especially her tongue that was bullied by his teeth.
"Hm?" He asked as if concerned.
However, he did not sound concerned at all. He did not even look like he cared at all. In this current situation, in the third person's view, he was holding her so tight, that he was staring at her like a snake that caught the mouse. He had even those dangerous eyes with his gorgeous smile plastered on his face.
"Master," he muttered sweetly and brushed her hair through his fingers. "Should I wait for the night to fall before I serve you?"
Zarniya's heart felt cold, and it spread all over her body. She only had one thought in her mind. She had to run away from him… fast.