83 Dark society- Part 3 (2/2)
When evening arrived at Duke Wilford's manor, Heidi sat next to Warren at a table inside the large hall, listening to the people converse as usual without adding any input from her end. Heidi had worn the dress Venetia had given her along with the mink fur which covered her back. In the beginning she didn't understand why Warren had asked her to keep quiet but now that she was here, she undersood the reason.
The hall was filled with guests but there was something unsual. Slaves that belonged to the vampires and humans had accompanied their masters and mistresses. It was easy to spot the slaves as each one of them had a collar around their neck, some also having a chain attached in the front of their collar so that the owners could drag them around. Apparently, Duke Wilford wasn't just a Duke but the man who ran the slave establishment in the border of the Bonelake empire.
Looking around, her eyes fell on the lord who was talking to a lady who sat too close to him. With her red lips, the lady spoke to the lord with a lustful gaze in her eyes while the lord seemed hardly fazed with the lady's presence next to him. Heidi could tell that most of the women in the room had their eyes on Lord Nicholas due to the sudden change in his appearance.
The devil who disguised as an angel had dropped his angelic robes. But was that an act or the truth? Her heart squeezed when she stole a look or tow at him without anyone's notice.
Half way of the soiree a slave was slapped right across the cheek, gathering few attention towards the owner and the slave who had crossed the owner. The owner was a male vampire who glared down at his slave who had fallen on the ground. The woman trembled in fear, her hands shaking.
”What did you say?” the vampire asked lowering down himself to look at his slave, ”Didn't I say to follow the rules. Is it that difficult for you to understand?” he spoke calmly but his demeanour spoke otherwise.
”M-mast-ter I-” the vampire caught his slaves throat and dragging her up to her feet.
Another vampire who wasn't far from them commented, ”I told you not to be lenient on the slave, Vincent. They are never grateful.”
”Did you hear that,” the vampire asked his slave who struggled when he squeezed the woman's neck, ”Your disobedience is going to cost my reputation. Let me teach you right here,” he pushed the woman away.
”F-forgive me master,” she bowed her head but that didn't do for her owner. He folded his arms across his chest with a dire look and ordered, ”Strip.”
”Master please!” the woman cried, her eyes livid with what he just asked her to do.
Maybe it wasn't an uncommon thing for something like this to happen but Heidi was far from being alright with the scene that took place in front of her eyes and it made her queasy. She went to get up to only feel Warren's hand tighten around her wrist in an iron grip that made her wince.
”Don't,” she heard Warren utter the word so that only she could hear.
”The new slaves always cause trouble. They don't know when to stop talking and start obliging,” Venetia who was sitting at her table spoke disapprovingly.