Master

Chapter Nineteen: Baekhyun

I pounded on LuHan's front door. A few seconds later, the door swung open, revealing a messy haired blond slave.

"Where's your master?" I asked her, the urgency prevalent in my voice.

"Right here," LuHan said as he emerged from the other room. "What's up?"

"Inell's missing," I told him.

His expression turned serious. "What happened?"

I rolled my eyes. "If I knew that, I wouldn't have come to you," I snapped. "But I think it has something to do with Xiumin."

LuHan nodded and put on his jacket as he said to his slave, "Tell the others I'll be back later tonight." The slave nodded and LuHan followed me outside.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked.

"Well," I began. "I'm planning on going to Xiumin's house, asking him what happened to Inell, and beating him to a pulp if he's done anything to her."

"Sounds like a plan," he said as he got into the car. "Let's go."

I sped off in my car to Xiumin's house. It should have taken us an hour and a half to get there, but with me speeding, it took half that time.

I knocked on the castle door. When no one answered, I knocked again, louder than the first time. Still, no one answered, so I kicked in the door, revealing a surprised male slave who was about to open the door.

"Oh. Hey, Tao," LuHan greeted as though nothing had happened. "Where's Xiumin?"

"If you're here to kill him," Tao whispered. "He's in the dining hall."

"We're not there to kill him," I said as I walked pass him. "Yet."

We both walked into the dining hall. Xiumin sat at the end of the table with a glass of blood in hand.

"I've been expecting you," he said as he sipped the blood.

"What did you do to her?" I growled.

"Do to who?" he asked, a smirk plastered across his face.

"You know who."

He acted like he was deep in thought for a moment. "Oh, the slave girl? I haven't done anything to her."

"Enough with the bullshit," LuHan finally said. "What happened to her?"

Xiumin glanced up at LuHan, and then at me. "She's with someone most undesirable. If you would've listen to me last night, you would've known that he was in your presence all along."

I thought for a second. "Suho?"

"Ding ding ding!" Xiumin chimed.

"Why would Suho want another man's slave?" LuHan asked.

"He wants her skin," Xiumin answered.

I was immensely confused by this. "What?"

He chuckled. "All these years of knowing him, and yet, you never knew about his little kinks," he began. "Suho feels the uncontrolled desire to perfect anything he sees as flawed."

"I knew about that," I said. "But what's this about skin?"

"I'll get to that," Xiumin assured. "Anyways, he sees freckles, scars, or anything abnormal on a human's skin as a flaw. So... he cuts it off."

"What the hell," LuHan mumbled under his breath.

Xiumin continued, "There's just one problem with that logic: when he cuts off the skin, it leaves a scar. To combat this, he just keeps cutting off the scar over and over again. When he saw Inell's bite marks and burn scars, he knew that he just had to 'fix' them."