Mr. Dimitri's Toy
The Blood that Flowing on my Body

The room was only illuminated by the burning light of fire in the huge fireplace. The sound of wood burning and sparks seemed to be vying for survival.

I peeked a little behind the open door, I forced myself to open wider. Mr. Dimitri's room is very spacious, with a predominance of red.

My eyes were immediately fixed on the large mattress located in the middle of the room. There was someone sleeping there, that face and his black hair instantly made me believe that he was Mr. Dimitri.

I stepped slowly but surely, there was no sound when my feet touched the oak floor. The dagger was already in my hand with a tight grip.

My heart screams to stop this. All my life I have always been a good person, not even people will be hurt by my words.

‘Of course, Chloe. You are mute.’

Trying to catch my breath starting fast, I stood beside the bed watching Mr. Dimitri sleep without clothes on. His chest was slightly covered by a blanket, he was white once.

I reached out to her face, but she did not wake up.

After making sure he was sleeping soundly, I immediately plunged the silver-plated sharp dagger into Mr Dimitri's heart.

Everything happened so fast. My hands were still swinging upwards when a pair of black eyes opened and looked at me. I panicked but I kept doing it, I attacked Mr. Dimitri's chest.

He easily ambushed my arm, twisted it and got out of the bed so that the silver dagger fell to the floor.

CLAANKA!

My arms hurt from being rotated but I couldn't scream, my heart was beating with no rhythm and my breathing was irregular.

Die up! I'm busted!

His black eyes pierced me and his other hand coiled tightly around my neck. I'm sure tomorrow when they find my body, there'll be a trace of it.

“Who sent you to kill me?” asked Mr. Dimitri with a cold face, his voice rumbling.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. That made him angry. He pushed me hard against the wall, choking it tighter and tighter.

I can't breathe!

“Say now! How dare a little babu like you try to kill me?”

My untwisted hand, pulled its big arm that was suffocating my neck. But in vain, I am helpless. My breath was running out and I saw Mr. Dimitri's face until my vision blurred.

I'm gonna pass out in a minute or I'm probably gonna die. I don't know.

Not having had my eyes fully closed, Mr. Dimitri loosened his grip until I could take a deep breath, but the hand was still coiled around my neck.

“You still have a chance, little babu. I'll let you live if you answer my questions. Who sent you to kill me?”

Mr. Dimitri repeated the question again. He looked at my lips which could only move without producing any sound.

‘GO TO HELL!’

Mr. Dimitri's lips lifted up to form a smile that is not full, “You are indeed looking to die, little babu. All right if that's what you asked for.”

I thought he would block my respiratory tract again, but Mr. Dimitri instead pushed the nape of my neck and he lowered his head.

I gasped as I felt the pain in my skin, it felt like a nail had stuck in it, and then it started sucking my neck.

My body was burning, very hot. My legs were barely firmly supporting my own body and I would have fallen to the floor if there was no man to hold me.

His suction voice filled the entire room accompanied by the hoarse and raucous moans of women.

Waitaminute!

Is that my voice? I tried to let out a louder and longer moan, then stopped. The sound stopped too.

Can I talk too?

But I haven't had time to try to form a word, Mr. Dimitri stopped. I was disappointed but no sound came out.

Mr. Dimitri raised his head and I could see his lips filled with fresh blood, he licked his lips. Enjoy every last bit of my blood that sticks in there.

His black eyes had turned red. My body was shaking violently, a mixture of fear and something else I didn't understand.

“You are a unique human being, little babu. I was going to kill you.. But this blood.”

His index finger smeared the rest of the blood on my neck and his tongue stuck out to lick the blood and two canines were seen. Mr. Dimitri closed his eyes in favor.

“Truly delicious and different from others. All my life, I've never tasted this blood of wisdom. And believe me that I've lived for a long time.”

I reflexively held my throbbing neck and looked down. There's blood running through my white shirt.

“What's your name, little babu? Oh sorry, looks like you're mute.”

I nodded my head.

“I won't kill you, little babu. But instead you should be my toy until I get bored. The blood that flows on your body, everything is mine!” said possessive.

I'm fighting because this is crazy! I don't want to be a vampire's toy. Mr. Dimitri laughed at my attempt to escape.

Mr. Dimitri flicked his finger, “Silent, don't move.”

But I kept hitting and clawing at his burly chest. Crazy, Mr. Dimitri has a nice, muscular body. He was very strong, it was fitting that he was the king's trusted warrior who always fought in the front row.

Eden said I'd make it. It's stupid of me to believe what an old grandmother said.

“Stop!” shouted again.

I could still launch a meaningless attack until he pressed both of my arms against the wall with his hands.

Mr Dimitri's face was astonished, “Why can't you obey me? Interesting..”

Mr. Dimitri looked at my face and went down to my body covered in a thin white shirt. He looked at my chest that was going up and down because I was breathing fast.

I cast a deadly stare because he was so presumptuous to see my body. Mr. Dimitri smiled slightly and my heart stopped beating.

“What a great pull.” Mr. Dimitri took off my hand and pressed the bell beside the mattress.

I was about to pull the door when he said, “Don't try running, little babu. You will regret.”

I'm not stupid. There were many guards in front of the gate and there was no gap to run from the king's most feared warrior.

Finally I could only petrify there until Mr. Denis appeared with a breath of breath. He was not wearing his usual work clothes, just a white top and brown pants.

Mr. Denis was surprised to see me there. I must look terrible with bloodstains on my white shirt.

“Sorry, Mr. Dimitri. Is there a problem?” mr. Denis looked at me again.

“What is the name of this server, Denis?” ask Mr. Dimitri.

“Ohh.. She's a waitress who's been working here for 2 weeks. Her name is Chloe Isabel.”

I closed my eyes. Finished already.

“Chloe Isabel.”

I like the voice of Mr. Dimitri saying my name.

“What does Chloe make trouble sir? I'm sorry sir, I've told him that no one can go up to the second floor.”

“He tried to kill me, Denis.”

“What?” mr. Denis widened his eyes and looked at me and the whole room. His eyes were fixed on the dagger that fell on the floor.

“From now on you don't have to work here anymore, Chloe! You fired! Tonight also pack your things. I'm sorry, Mr. Dimitri. I was careless to have recruited this mute girl. But his work is always perfect.. I did not expect him to dare attack you, mr.” Mr. Denis bowed.

“Oh, no.. I don't want him fired. Instead, you should keep an eye on him from now on. He can keep working here but don't let him run,” said Mr Dimitri.

“K-why sir? He tried to kill you!” mr. Denis is confused.

“He's not just a waiter here. Chloe Isabel is my toy.”

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...WARNING!! ...

...Before reading this, read:...

This is not a story where the Hero (the main character of the man) will immediately fall in love with the same

heroine (female main character).

If you like sweet H type & acute bucin please stop. Because from chapters 15-42 your emotions will surely peak.

But if you like anti-hero stories, where h was made miserable first but finally the H so bucin and willing to die for h then CONGRATULATIONS you have found this story.

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