Interest?

Younghee's P.O.V

I was forced to get into the car by the man in the suit. I learned his name was Mark from his driver.

"Well then, let me tell you something. Your parents were once my father's vampire salve, sadly he died years ago. If he is still alive, he might lock you in his room right now." He chuckles and looks at you.

"I decided to sell you to another vampire because it was on the agreement. I think it was your father who wrote it and my father agrees, I guess your father wants you to feel how miserable being a vampire slave is." He grabs my chin harshly and strokes my cheek.

"And, I could be extra rich if they decided to take you."

My eye began to become teary. "What do vampire slaves do?" I ask him with a shaky voice. "Oh, honey. Vampire slave, they will let their masters feed on them, torture them and if you get lucky they might give you pleasure as well" He smirk as his finger touches my lips.

"I was told you were a virgin" My eyes widen. "Fresh and virgin slaves are the best flavor blood that vampire love" he lowers his head to my collarbone. "Hmm, the smell of fresh blood gets me so excited. " he kisses and licks the spot above my collarbone. "Please, s-stop." I tried pushing him away.

"Stop moving. I promise it won't be painful" he holds my wrist. My tears won't stop flowing, I shut my eyes tightly and wait for the pain to come. He laughs and wipes my tears, "Oh honey, I was just joking around. Don't cry." He let go of my wrist and I slap him hard. "Stop hurting-", I was a slap back by him. "Bitch! you have no right to slap me!" His hand wrapped around my neck and slowly holding it tight.

I couldn't breathe. I tried pushing his hand away from my neck but I couldn't. The vampire has such a strong strength. "P-p-please." They ride finally stop and he took his hand away from my neck, I cough and gasp for air.

"It looks like we arrive. Now, fix yourself don't embarrass me if not your parents will be swimming in a pool full of their blood" he fixes his necktie and gets out as his driver opens the car door. I follow him afterward, keeping my head down as I follow him from behind and went inside the mansion.

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Jaewoong's P.O.V

"It's time, young masters." Says the head butler as he politely bows his head. "Thank you, We'll be out in a second, James", Seojun said and James immediately walks out from the room.

"Alright, Let's go out there and be handsome people," Sangwoo said while clapping his hand, flashing his charming smile.

"Seriously, Sangwoo?" I said raising my eyebrow playfully. " I don't need to try being handsome, I'm always a good look-"

"Alright, let's go now. Mother will be waiting." Woojin said as he cut mingyu off. We chuckle at Mingyu while he pouts and punches Woojin's shoulder playfully. "Alright, let's go", Seojun opens the door and walks to where our mother is waiting.

"There you are. I've been waiting for you, boys. What took you so long?" Mother said as she kisses our cheeks. "Sorry, mother." I smile as she kisses my cheek. "It's alright, my dear. Now, I want you to behave and be polite alright?" She said.

"We will behave, mother," we all said at the same time. "Good. And please do pick a slave, I'm worried about my son's needs" while stroking Chan's cheek. "If there is one, mother"Chan holds our mother's free hand.

"I apologize for interrupting, But it's time", James suddenly appear. "Thank you", Our mother said. "Let's go boys". She walks to the ballroom where the event is held, we follow her from behind. "Do you think we will be interested in any slave, Hyung?" I ask Seojun, "I'm not sure about that, Jaewoong. It's been years we haven't pick any slave," he said as he fixes his suit. I nod my head.

As we arrive at the ballroom's door, we saw our fathers standing wearing a suit. Our fathers kiss our mother's cheek and nod at us. "Remember to behave and pick a slave properly", our first father said and we nod our heads.

"Don't pick slave that looks like slut or those fangirl if that's what you called, I know my sons are handsome and good looking just like their face-." Our mother slaps our second father's chest. "Honey.." she glares playfully. We chuckle and nod to our father. "Let's go in, shall we?" Our third father said as he links our mother's arm.

The guards bow their heads and open the door. Guests stop talking and look towards the door, as they see us, they bow respectfully. We walk on the red carpet that guides us to our tables.

I took a glance at the slaves nearby. There are the slut, the innocent, the feisty, and the weak ones. They were all standing behind their master or their kidnappers.

We all know some of those men are human's kidnappers. They need money for living and their families, we don't actually care about their life but some of us actually do pity them.

As we arrive at our table, we sit separately from our parents. Our first father stands up and gives a speech about thanking the guests for coming.

I didn't pay attention either to my brothers. We were talking in our link about the slaves, it seems that none of the slaves caught our attention.

Or is it?