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nSylvia groaned in pain as she slowly regained her consciousness.

nShe could feel her body lying on a cold hard floor, the warmth of the sunshine no longer providing her comfort.

nAm I in an underground dungeon somewhere? Chained to the wall like an animal?

nHer mind started wandering to dangerous places. Her anxious nerves did little to help with her imagination.

nSylvia could feel her heart ramming wildly against her chest.

nShe laid there crumpled up, unable to move even an inch.

nHer arms and legs were bound and she didn't have the strength to try any sort of crazy shenanigans like wiggling on the floor like a worm.

nWhat would she even accomplish by doing so?

nShe didn't have the slightest clue as to where she was or who her 'owner' was.

nSylvia smiled bitterly. That's right she was a slave now and she had an owner.

nSlavery was not something new in the Kalindor Empire, but never did she think that she would actually become one someday.

nGU RU RU RU RU

nLoud rumbling sounds suddenly echoed from Sylvia's stomach, breaking her melancholic train of thought.

nIt has been several hours now since Sylvia had regained her consciousness but no one had brought her any food yet.

nHer stomach was severely aching from the pangs of hunger and anxiety.

nHer entire body was extremely tired and she was at her physical limits.

nSylvia struggled with it for some more time, and then, she finally passed out again from a mixture of pain and hunger.

nNot long afterward, the door creaked and a man walked in.

nHe bent down and sprinkled some water on Sylvia's face, conjuring it out of thin air.

nAnd this was in fact, not any ordinary water.

nThese were droplets of healing water, materialized by casting the spell Healing Rain Drizzle, a simple 2nd circle magic spell.

nSylvia slowly stirred awake, as color and strength returned to her body and she somewhat felt better.

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"I… I…

" She mumbled weakly.

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"Get up.

" A man's deep voice sounded near her. It startled her and she felt as if he was commanding her very soul.

nSylvia fumbled slightly trying to get up.

nShe could feel that her hands and legs were now untied. So she willed her tired body to weakly stand up, but only to lose her balance the very next instant.

nHer fall, however, was unexpectedly broken by a pair of cold hands that held her and helped her stabilize.

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"Ah~ T… Thank you, my lord.

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nSylvia quickly mumbled, a fear creeping into her heart from the coldness of his touch.

nThe man didn't reply. She could feel his presence near her but he didn't say anything.

nSylvia gulped nervously. Who was he? What was he going to do? What was he going to do? Her heart shuddered.

nThe air around them was so eerily quiet that she could only hear her own breathing.

nShe couldn't help but wonder why the man didn't breathe. Or did her loud ragged breathing drown his sounds completely?

nShe was so nervous that her brain was not working properly.

nAs she just stood there not knowing what was happening around her, suddenly she felt a hand coming near her.

nHer blindfold loosened, falling down to her feet.

nSylvia blinked hurriedly, waiting for the blurry images to clear and to see just what sort of a monster was she going to be a slave for.

nBut in just a few seconds… her eyes stopped blinking…

nShe gulped and swallowed hard the saliva in her mouth, gazing at the man in front of her, forgetting to even breathe.

nIn front of her, sitting on a feathered bed, was a man so ethereal that she couldn't believe her own eyes.

nHow could such a person exist?

nHe had dark black irises that seemed to contain the whole world within them.

nHis hair, his nose, his jawline, everything was perfect.

nSylvia had never seen a man so handsome or rather so beautiful.

nHis single glance can melt any maiden's heart.

nIf it was him… she wouldn't even mind being his slave…

nDamn it. What nonsense am I thinking? Sylvia calmed down and she snapped out of her trance.

nShe was mesmerized for a second by the man's otherworldly beauty that she completely forgot where she was and who she was.

nHer gaze wavered and she looked at him again.

nBut this time…their eyes unexpectedly met and she quickly bent her head down in fear.

nHis gaze had made her shiver inwardly.

nShe knew that the man was still eying her but Sylvia didn't dare look up again.

nShe anxiously waited, wondering what was about to come next.

nAll the nasty rumors she had heard about sex slaves and how they were treated popped up in her brain, making her shudder.

nShe had heard many stories about deviants who tortured and tormented their slaves endlessly, not even allowing them the sweet release of death.

nHe definitely wouldn't be like that. Sylvia consoled herself.

nSomeone so beautiful and elegant like an angel can't be too bad right? A small hope surfaced in her heart.

nBut the next instant, the man opened his mouth and all her hopes were crushed into nothingness.

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"Spread your legs.

" He said, his voice cold, cruel, and nonchalant.

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