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The Answer Is Still No

All Eva, as a dark Elf wished was to be wanted and loved. However she never expected to be the target of an eccentric and obsessive Vampire Arch-duke that doesn’t know what "No " means. Now under the protection of Don the Hero; Eva learns what she truly wants from life as she comes to understand the meaning of be careful what you wish for. (Perspective changes between ML and FL) Artwork is not mine and was found on Pinterest, all artwork goes to respective owner. ————————————————— Story is currently under revision. Thank you for reading.

TheJackOfHeart1 · Fantasy
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50 Chs

Chapter 48: What is happiness?

"Master please punish me" Philp grovelled grossly on the floor as he inched closer to Jara; as if he was a slug in the rain. She looked down at him with a cutesy expression.

"Hmm, I don't know. Do you deserve it?" Her voice was playful. but her eyes held a devilish light.

"Yes, Yes master please free me with your punishment." Jara tilted her head teasingly before responding in a spoiled child-like voice.

"Mm give me something good first." Philp kept his body low but looked up in a begging manner and replied; like an addict negotiating with his dealer his voice sounded pleading.

"I heard that the king has started to investigate the Blavire mountains, and that the kingdom's Heros were recently called to the castle. " He could see the visible displeasure in Jara's eyes and so he began to kiss her feet as if to appease her. Jara pursed her lips and crossed her arms as she thought about what she just heard. The Blavire mountains were no longer special to Amos. He had already evacuated everyone almost a 2month ago now. The portal was already destroyed so it wasn't like they would infiltrate the catacombs either. The most pressing issue would be that the king recalled the Heros if anything; however something about them being in Amo's old territory just didn't sit right with her. she mulled it over again. Should she set some kind of trap; She needed Amos's opinion on this matter.

"M-Master..Have I displeased you? Forgive me." She glared down at him before looking away in a huff. Philp's eyes became chaotic. His Master refused to look at him; it felt horrible. There was nothing that could make him feel anything in this world, there was nothing he could trust in this world but his master. And she was looking away from him. He had long forgotten what it was like to live without her; He only had a vague sense of it and he really didn't care for it. He would do anything as long as his master would shower him with attention. He lived for her ruthless beatings and her empty affections; He wasn't sure why but it was the only time he felt joy or anything that made him feel alive. He had done everything; more than any slave or dog just to be able to kiss her feet like this. As he gazed upon her pink hair and rosy complexion his heart ached again.

"Master..." She looked down at him furious and he could see the crazy look in her eyes. He shivered in fear and delight. He knew that look; Master was displeased and someone had to be punished for it. He gulped and dared to open his mouth.

"I-If you are upset I- '' He didn't even get to finish his sentence before he felt the air leave his lungs from her hard kick. He groggily looked upon her as their eyes met and before his mind could register it he felt her pull him under. He knew she was manipulating his mind but he didn't care he was experiencing pure bliss right now. She cut and peeled at his flesh with every lash of her claws; with every punch, kick, and stomp his body broke more and more. But he didn't feel any of it instead he was laughing, he could only feel joy and pleasure; and the more intense the pain became so did the feeling of glee. What would it feel like to die like this; what level of exhilaration would he feel in his last moments? He really wanted to know.

"It's too bad you are still useful." Jara shook the blood off her hands and looked down at the mess of a person in front of her. Philp willed his broken jaw to move

"Yes.. ma.ster it. is.. t..o bad. I .wou..ld love.. to. d..ie... by ma.ster.s.ha.nd." His words came out broken between breaths; blood poured from his mouth as it cracked to move.

"Mmm such a mess. Let's clean you up. Slaves!" Her voice commanded the still figures that lined the walls like lifeless decorations. They began to move. They walked slowly at first as if the action was foreign to them; before they began to execute her commands. she needed to fix philp quickly and get him onto the field again; to gather more information. She followed behind them as they carefully carried him to the medical hall.

"Wait for me Amos, I'll be with you shortly. "