YOU ARE MINE MIS STELLA.
Looking for a plan to get out!

After scaring his new pet. Now the man with the Gray bead with the above-average good looks was no longer in the room.

There was only Stella who was being treated by 1 female servant who had helped her to get on the bed.

He felt sorry to see Stella grimacing pain when the stitch wound on his wrist opened again. But, fortunately, this can be tied back, of course, without drugs, making Stella continue to bite the lump of the end of the blanket in her mouth.

"A..Is it done?" stella asked with her eyes full of tears. He only glanced a few times towards his wrist.

"It's gonna be over."

"T. But slow down." muttered Stella was not strong enough to hold it. The figure of a pretty woman who is quite mature from him is just smiling bandaging a new bandage to his wrist.

"Done!"

"You're sure it won't open again?" stella asked, looking at the neat dressing that looked very well trained.

"I don't know. Better just pray."

"B..Berdo'a." muttered Stella began to creep. He stared vigilantly at the room that had been a silent witness to the cruel man's torture. He no longer wants to meet that figure.

"I don't want to meet him. I. I don't want to."

"But only the Master holds the right to you." - The woman made Stella close her eyes.

"Who is he? He's not like a human being. What kind of man likes blood." shuddered in disdain and horror.

"I'm Efika! I'm the main servant here you don't have to be disinclined by me." replied Efika making Stella speechless. From the looks of it this woman was quite kind and sincere.

Looked at the doubt in Stella's eyes. Efika smiled wryly, she also felt quite naive nearby like this on her Master's victim.

"What..can you help me?"

"What do you want?" efika asked silently as Stella whispered something to her. He asked to be taken out of here. Spontaneous Efika was aghast In fact, her face turned pale and was extremely scared.

"No. That's not possible."

"Why? I beg you to help me." Pinta Stella clasped Efika's hand which shook her head to take her off. His face was firm and judgmental.

"I have no right to do that. This is all Master's control."

"Master? Is that man your master?" stella asked with a smirk. Efika nodded with air that started to feel tight and made her chest hurt.

Stella did not feel that way but Efika knew that this discussion would ignite the wrath of her Master.

"Don't talk about it anymore!"

"K..why? I beg you.."

"SILENCE!" press Efika to make Stella clam up and not understand. The man isn't here but why does he feel he's always being watched.

Efika took a deep breath. He did not want to make his Master furious by discussing this matter of escape.

"You.."

"You better not try to escape. Even if you run as fast as you can. As long as you're here you won't be able to run away from her." obviously Efika turned to walk away but Stella wasn't satisfied.

"Who is he and what does he want??"

Efika. He turned to stare at Stella who was still wrapped in a blanket.

"You don't need to know. Clearly, your life died in his mood."

Stella still felt very dizzy and did not understand. Why is he here and why is that guy keeping him so locked up? Even though he has nothing.

"I'm.."

"You still don't understand. Ha?" efika went up in blood. Stella nodded looking into the blanket.

Efika was silent for a moment. Without saying much more he immediately came out of the room making Stella throw a rough breath. Damn, he can't get out of this room.

"Who is he? I wonder why such a human being exists in this world." said Stella rubbed her wrists. Shortly afterwards suddenly his stomach felt very painful because he had not eaten anything.

"Shiit. my stomach."

Stella rubbed her flat stomach. The atmosphere of this room was so cold that it made the blanket even more tight.

Because Efika won't come in. Stella thinks that woman wouldn't care about her.

He had no other way but to get out of the room and look for food. Well, that's how Stella's head is now.

"That door is unlocked. I can get out hungry. Yeah, I see." muttered Stella down from the bed and tightened the knot of the blanket.

Although his body still feels unwell but he can not be here for too long. He had no idea how Mrs Clorie was after she left.

Because he was good at sneaking, Stella finally went near the door. He hopes anxiously pressing the handle very slowly pulled down until his eyes sparkle because this is not the key.

"Thank God. God is still on my side." muttered Stella began to carefully thrust her head out the door.

The first look greeted. A Casual-looking floor with a predominantly white design. He could feel this place was so mysterious.

"It's like a Villa. Was I brought to the villa?!" stella muttered out completely. The blue sea net observed some of the furniture here and all of them were indeed many old and aged paintings.

Painting of fanged bats and fresh red eyes. Looks so thirsty the longest up there.

"Other than weird and cruel. He also has an Ancient taste." said Stella observing the room here. He walked slowly towards the wooden stairs that looked so neat. He was very curious what was here.

After a long time standing near the stairs. Stella felt her hair goosebumps. Several times he rubbed his nape looking to the right-left but there was no one or anyone.

Though his feet began to be covered with a cold feeling that was so strong. Increasingly propagate up to the thigh even makes him shiver several times.

"A..What is this?"

"Why did you come out?"

Spontaneous Stella was aghast when someone grabbed her shoulder in the back. In fact, it was Efika who brought Paper-bags and trays filled with food.

Stella's pale face only made her smile wryly. This woman is really stubborn and can't be warned.

"Ephika! I. I was looking for food. And.."

"Hurry to your room!"

"But.."

Efika looked coldly at Stella who finally stepped back towards her room. He'll find a spot to get out of here.

"Where's your Master?"

"Just enter!"

"It's like he's not here. I think I can go tonight."

Inner Stella was looking for an opportunity to get out at least she knew how the situation was outside.

"This is your clothes and food! Act like an obedient pet."

"Sad. I'm sick of being a pet."

Stella's mind won't be restrained here anymore. It had been enough all this time that he had been made a slave by Mr. Rowan and this time he would not let the man oppress him too far.

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