Chapter 4 I Am Your Master
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Lilith covered her chest. Beneath the silk sheets, she was all naked, her body marked with the remnants of the crazy night.
My goodness! What happened last night?
Memories of the previous evening flooded back, and Lilith's eyes widened in shock to look at the handsome man beside her.
She, Lilith Wentworth, a socialite destined to inherit her family's glory and wealth, had spent an entire night making love with a beast in a castle!
If this spread out, she would become the laughingstock of the whole Manhattan!
"Morning." The man moved closer to Lilith. Startled, she pushed him away forcefully.
Caught off guard, the man was pushed against the wall.
Looking at her own hands with shock, Lilith was amazed by her strength.
"Do you have a problem with me?" "asked the man, his voice tinged with anger.
His orc features, like his fur, ears, and tail had disappeared, replaced by his human form, the same one that had driven her wild under the sea.
"I... You... What is all this about?" Lilith clutched the sheets around her and asked nervously, "Who are you?"
Could orcs really exist? Was this all just a dream?
Perhaps Lilith's timid appearance pleased the man. He lifted her chin and declared, "I'm Cywen Holle. I will be your master from now on!"
Cywen Holle?!
That was the name of the elusive big shot who controlled the whole of New York and was never seen by anyone.
Confusion swirled in Lilith's mind as she asked, "Master? Are you joking?!"
She tried desperately to push him away, but he remained immovable. How incredible his strength was! Trapped in his grip, she by no means had the chance to escape.
A wave of despair washed over her.
His cold gaze fixed on Lilith as he spoke firmly, "I will repeat only once more. I am now your master. We have established a master-servant pact. Should you defy this pact, you will endure excruciating pain!"
Despite the absurdity, the surreal nature of her circumstances made her partly believe him.
Although it all felt incredibly crazy, the fact that Lilith had managed to maintain her composure in such a remote and chaotic situation was a testament to her remaining shred of sanity.
"Tell me your name, my servant," Cywen demanded.
"Lilith Wentworth. Unfortunately for you, I am not your servant," she responded, her voice steady. "Why me? Why did you choose me?"
Cywen's explanation was tinged with an odd seriousness. "Orcs typically choose another orc as a servant through a master-servant pact."
"How could I possibly be an orc?" Lilith exclaimed in disbelief.
"No human has the abilities of a guide." Cywen looked down at her. "Consider yourself fortunate to be a guide. That's why I saved you and made you my servant, or you'd have been a feast for other beasts."
Lilith clutched his arm, her voice shaking. "What now? Can I return to Manhattan?"
Cywen generally hated being touched, but the contact with a guide was pleasantly soothing, an exception he was willing to accept.
"Of course, I'm not a beast from the forest," he said as he took her wrist, opened the window, and leaped out with her in his arms.
Lilith let out a scream and instinctively clung tightly to Cywen. The wind whistled past her ears, tousling her long hair. She opened one eye for a peek.
What a madman!
He had whisked her into the forest! They were now swiftly weaving through the tall branches!
"What are we doing here?" Lilith whispered, nestled against Cywen.
"Hunting," came his icy reply.
Normally, if a man spoke to her with such indifference, Lilith would have walked away! No men had ever dared talk to her in such a tone!
But now, she was forced to placate this cold and cruel man. What a severe blow to her dignity!
Humiliated by this realization, Lilith knew she needed to learn more about her current situation and this man to find any chance of escape!
"Are you hungry?" she asked, attempting to start a conversation. "And what did you mean earlier by 'guide'?"
"Call me master." Cywen's grip tightened, causing her discomfort as she looked up into his jaw.
As a Wentworth, she would rather die here than utter such a humiliating phrase!
Cywen paused on a branch of a large tree and peered down at her. "Hmm?"
This servant dared to challenge him?
Lilith met Cywen's intimidating gaze. His eyes were human in shape but chillingly devoid of warmth!
In the very deep hide an undercurrent of savagery and madness!
Swallowing her pride, Lilith murmured, "Master..."
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