A Pureblood slave

Chapter 11

         

I couldn't fall asleep after that. So I decided to just get up and start doing my chores. I silently walk out of my room and into Ronan's to see he's laying on his bed in a deep slumber. He looks so peaceful. His usually hard demeanor is now soft as his muscles are relaxed. Even in his sleep he's attractive.

I walk over to the list of chores to see it's the same thing since the day I've been here. I decide to leave his bed for last and start with cleaning his laundry. I walk to his closet to grab the hamper with all his dirty clothes. I turn to walk out but end up running into the wall. My vision blurs from the contact as I try to move to walk around it but end up running into it again but this time I can feel a soft material cotton. Wait a minute. My vision clears and I see that I didn't run into the door but Ronan. Oh no.

"What are you doing?" Annoyance clearly evident in his sweet honey like voice as he rubs his beautiful eyes.

That dream must have really messed with my head even more because a voice can sound anything but honey.

"Well I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep so I decided to get a head start doing my chores" I explain to him. He studies my face carefully, absorbing every detail of my face.

"Very well then I'll be out of your way so you may continue." He turns away from me and I hear the faint click of a door closing. I walk out to have no sight of him anywhere. Why does he always speak so formal? You would think we were in the olden days in England from the way he talks.

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I was currently walking back to Ronan's room my arms full from the basket filled with now clean clothes. This basket was actually really heavy considering there's not much in here than usual. I have a hard time trying to balance myself with the basket leaning side to side bringing me with it. I've almost dropped the clothes numerous times.

I jump and all the clothes fall to the ground as I hear an ear-piercing scream. I have to cover my ears from the excruciating sound. From the loudness from it had to be close. I turn down one of the hallways I've never been down before. I continue all the way down as the screams only get louder and louder. There's a slightly open door all the way at the end. I push the door open as the bloody boiling screams echo off the walls and hit me full force making me grunt from the damage it's doing to my ears. There's a set of old cemented stairs that have chips and cracks along everyone. I continue down the stairs holding my ears even more trying to block out the sound as its volume increases to it's max. I get to the end of the stairs and before I enter into the opening of the basement a voice in the back of my head is telling me to head back. But me being me I continue pushing the nagging voice to the far back of my conscious. I enter the one room basement to see the walls covered in whips, knifes, swords, rope, and a lot of things I don't recognize. This has to be torment tools. I look to the center of the room to see Ronan's back to me. I move closer to get a better look trying to find the source of the noise and come to my conclusion as a girl around my age is strapped to a chair while Ronan drains the life out of her. I recognize the girl as one of the servants here. Is this what he does to his slaves once he's had enough of them? If so I'm already a goner and I haven't even been here a month. I didn't notice I was crying until one of my tears hit my hand. I look at hand but instead of my focus on my hand it was on the blood covered floor. The floor was a deep crimson making me even more scared for my life. I should probably leave before he notices I'm here. Good idea.

I start to back away from Ronan and the poor servant girl whose probably dead by now. But with my luck I walk into one of the tools on the wall knocking it to the ground. I freeze as my eyes turn bigger than a deer caught in headlights. I'm so dead.