In the late hours of the night, midnight had long passed. Kai listened to the sound of a violin. It was heart-wrenching and made him uncomfortable. It was the first time he had heard such depressing strains, and he felt his chest tighten with an unexplainable feeling of sadness.
Kai looked at the balcony outside the room. On the safety wall, Vlad was enjoying playing his violin, sitting on the edge. His body leaned against the pillar, his eyes closed, showing no expression whatsoever, while his hands moved gently, plucking the violin.
The wind that night was very cold, making the curtains in the room twitch, adding to the dark atmosphere. Kai could see Vlad's gray hair moving in the wind.
What was that man thinking? Kai thought. He looked down and then back up at Vlad. For a moment, he worried the man would fall, as it seemed like the safety wall wasn't wide enough. But seeing how calm the man was, he was sure Vlad had done it many times before.
So he looked down again. He should have focused on himself. His current position was much more uncomfortable.
Vlad let him sleep. But how could he sleep in his current state?
Kai sighed. He was on Vlad's cozy bed, kneeling down. But his hands were bound in chains to the room ceiling. His whole body rested on his hands, aching his shoulders. He sighed, trying to distract himself from the saccharine feeling in his hands.
He tried sleeping, but he still couldn't. His stomach was tense and sore. His whole body ached now.
Kai looked down. The violin had been playing for what seemed like an eternity. He tried to close his eyes, hoping to fall asleep. He didn't want to get into trouble for not following Vlad's orders.
Please sleep... Kai pleaded silently. But his heartbeat got faster, making him even more alert. His hands were numb.
He still couldn't sleep. Finally, he gave up.
"Still awake?"
Kai was startled, his eyes widening as Vlad appeared suddenly at the edge of the bed. He hadn't heard the man's footsteps. The violin in his hand was also gone.
Kai gulped. "M-Master, I... can't sleep..."
"Why?" the man asked gently, more softly than before. He shifted his body and sat in front of the slave. He looked into Kai's reddened eyes with a worn-out and exhausted face.
Vlad looked at Kai's body, which was covered in scars from the neck to the toes—plus the freshly opened wounds that were still swollen and painful to the eye. He smiled, noticing Kai's ragged breathing from nervousness, or perhaps pain.
His hand trailed down the slave's chest, rubbing it gently. "You feel cold?" asked Vlad.
Kai shook his head. He was pounded with fear and suffered pain in his hands. But he didn't dare say so. He looked down, watched the man's fingers graze his stomach, then slowly sink down his thighs. He held his breath as Vlad pulled off the only covering on his body.
Kai let out a soft moan as Vlad's cool hand gently squeezed his manhood. But then he squealed softly in surprise. Vlad suddenly spread his legs, causing him to lose his balance, adding to his hand pain. His stomach tightened.
Vlad gave a small grin, seeing Kai grimace in pain but not cry at all. The slave closed his eyes and looked down, his body trembling.
"Open your eyes," Vlad ordered softly.
Kai opened his eyes. When his gaze met Vlad's piercing gray eyes, he immediately looked down. His body shook at the man's touch.
"Nghh," Kai moaned softly. Vlad indulged his manhood with an intoxicating touch, until he forgot the pain in his hands—replaced with desire for release.
Vlad grinned slightly, savoring the slave's every move. Kai caught his attention, and even the slave's expression amused him. He sat relaxed, playing with his hands, giving Kai satisfaction as he played.
It didn't take long for Kai to look at him with a pleading and anxious look. "M-Master, can I come..."
Vlad smiled. "Don't hold back."
Kai let out a small, stifled moan, his body tensing before a torrent of warm liquid coated Vlad's hand. A few seconds later, he took a breath to neutralize his heartbeat, savoring the sensation in his body before relaxing.
As soon as he realized he'd soiled his master's hands, he immediately looked up at Vlad with an apologetic look. If he wasn't bound, he'd want to clean those hands. "I-I'm sorry, Master."
Vlad casually cleaned his hands with the cloth on the table and looked back at the still-frightened Kai. "Shouldn't you thank me?"
Kai swallowed, looking down deeply. "I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me... T-thank you for letting me come..."
Vlad rubbed Kai's cheek gently. The smell of his cum filled the slave's nose. "You know, there's no master like me, right?"
Kai paused, then nodded. From the first meeting until now, the man had not tortured him—except for the chains on his hands. It seemed like he was pretty kind, too.
"You're limp, your body has many wounds. I'm sure you're also weak. You should know why your master left you behind—because he knew you would be useless for him," Vlad said softly, his hand tracing every curve of Kai's face.
Kai was silent. Hearing that, he realized Vlad's words were true. Sylas didn't want him because he was useless.
"And I'm here to take you up, to give you everything. I'm willing to be your master. Isn't that what you want?" Vlad stroked Kai's hair, the slave's head still bowed.
Kai nodded slowly.
"I don't need thanks from you. You are loyal enough and serve me. In return, I will take good care of you," Vlad continued.
Kai nodded again. "T-thank you, Master..."
Vlad knew very well how to control his slaves—convincing them that without him, they were just useless pieces of meat. Convincing them that they were lucky to meet him.
For Kai, who had felt rejection and torment all his life, Vlad's words confirmed what he had thought: that he was indeed useless.
Vlad untied Kai's hands. The slave immediately collapsed on the bed, his hands cramped and numb. He was about to get up when suddenly his body was pressed from behind, leaving him face down. He felt Vlad's sigh and breath on his neck.
"Argh!" Kai groaned in surprise when suddenly his neck felt like it was stabbed with a fork. Not only that—he felt his blood being sucked out. But he couldn't move.