Quick Wear: Men who steal the heroine will become addicted

Chapter 118 Playing with the King of the Blood Clan 11

"Okay, little one, go play with your slaves. I have some official business to attend to."

As expected, Troy did not agree to Qiao Chu's offensive request.

It is normal for a vampire as proud as him to refuse to bow to food, even if the little blood slave is so gentle and obedient when putting the collar on him.

To no avail.

The girl rolled over and got out of bed with the collar in hand, muttering unhappily, "Never mind. I think Reines would be happy to play some fun master-slave games with me."

Click.

A crack appeared on the corner of the bedside table in the hands of a certain prince.

The girl didn't look back, and her Gothic-style dress decorated with roses swayed out of the palace gate like a sweet and beautiful little cake.

Vivian was imprisoned on the 6th floor of the dungeon.

Butler William did not ask for her to be tortured.

But the dark and bloody cell, the rustling rats, the cold and slippery venomous snakes, and the millipedes crawling in the cracks in the wall...

All of this is enough to make a pampered young lady collapse.

Once upon a time, the original owner was tortured to death in such an environment. The snake venom made her unconscious, and maggots gnawed at her rotten flesh, eventually turning her into a pile of bones.

Now, everything is back on track, and the real sinners are suffering from the psychological torture of being tortured to death.

Millipedes climbed up the saint's gorgeous skirt, mice played hide-and-seek under her wide, puffy skirt, and poisonous snakes spit out their tongues and wrapped around her ankles.

"Ah! Go away! Don't touch me!"

Vivian dodged almost madly, but there was no escape. Those dirty and filthy things were everywhere, surrounding her with her bare hands.

"Look, that's the human race's saint girl. She's really in a mess."

"Your face is still very pretty, especially when you cry. What's your name? Oh, so pitiful."

"It is said that the Saint has been bathing in holy springs since she was young, her skin is so smooth that it is as soft as a baby's. She only eats sweet fruits, and even her blood has an enchanting fruity aroma."

"Since Lord William doesn't know how to enjoy himself, I will accept it with reluctance."

Outside the cell, several high-ranking vampires commented on Vivian. Their expressions and postures were gentlemanly and elegant, but their eyes were full of lust and cruelty.

They had long been tired of the blood slaves sent by the temple in the past, but they didn't expect that there would be a saint this time. The human race really invested a lot of money.

If the Saint had not gone out yesterday, how could she have gotten to Rashid and those losers?

One of the vampires was holding a key and preparing to open the door.

A shout came from the long, dark corridor behind him.

"Don't touch her, she's my little slave."

The girl's voice is clear and soft, and with the echo, it has a mysterious and ethereal quality.

Several high-ranking vampires laughed evilly, and a thought suddenly occurred to them.

It must be very beautiful to hear her crying.

But soon, they stopped laughing.

Along with the girl's voice came the overwhelming pressure of a king.

The tall and handsome vampires were sweating profusely, their backs bent by the pressure, and they could hardly control the urge to kneel down.

The dirty things in the cell quickly shrank back into the cracks, fearing that their ugly faces would offend the distinguished guests.

Vivian breathed a sigh of relief, and her trembling legs completely lost their strength, and she fell to the floor sticky with black blood.

As the dim candlelight lit up, Qiao Chu appeared outside the cell with her skirt lifted.

The vampires opened their eyes wide—

It is obvious that this is not a powerful female vampire, but a petite and weak human girl, either a slave or a blood slave.

The terrifying aura she exuded showed that she had been marked by the monarch, and that the monarch loved her very much.

No one dared to covet such a special blood slave, let alone compete for her toys.

Someone flattered her, "Beautiful lady, I think the woman inside must have offended you and is locked up here. How about I help you punish her a little..."

Qiao Chu nodded, "Sure, whatever tricks you have, use them all, don't be polite."

Someone immediately brought her a soft and comfortable chair.

Vivian pointed at Qiao Chu in horror, "What do you want to do to this Saint? If anything happens to me, my father will not let your parents go, and the Temple will also hold them accountable. You'd better—Ah!"

Before she could finish her words, Vivian's fair cheek was scratched by the sharp nails of a vampire, and blood slowly gushed out.

The vampire licked his fingertips and frowned, commenting, "It tastes just average, young lady. Her blood must be far inferior to yours."

There is no blood slave who doesn't like others to praise his blood as sweet and delicious.

That means they are eligible to be chosen by more powerful masters.

Qiao Chu just smiled meaningfully and said, "Carve it deeper. I want to see what color her cheekbones are. I need to leave a scar so that others will know that she is my slave."

The cruel demands and the smell of blood made several vampires agitated, and they rushed to vent their desire for sadism.

Vivian's face was carved, her hands and feet were broken, and even her gorgeous and heavy dress was stripped off. She suffered great humiliation both physically and mentally.

However this is just the beginning.

Qiao Chu snapped his fingers in satisfaction. "Help her stop the bleeding, reattach her hands and feet, and the skirt... you don't have to wear it. Slaves have no sense of shame."

Vivian was like a broken rag doll, being manipulated by several vampires.

Qiao Chu threw the collar in, and the discerning vampire immediately put it on Vivian, then respectfully handed the other end of the chain to Qiao Chu.

Vivian was filled with shame and anger, and burst into tears. She had no idea how she walked back to the castle and her room amidst the contemptuous and disgusted looks of others.

Qiao Chu wrapped the chain around her neck twice. "Saint Vivian, do you still want to take the blood of my masters? You really don't know your own limitations."

Hearing the words "blood from my heart," Vivian's pale pupils lit up. "Qiao Chu, you betrayed humanity. One day, I will chop you into pieces!"

Qiao Chu covered his lips and laughed secretly, pretending to be surprised and said, "Why do you think so? Maybe my masters are willing to help the human camp?"

She beckoned, and the collar dangled Vivian into the air. "When the time comes, my masters and I will be the saviors."

"As for you, the criminal slave who attempted assassination and sowed discord between humans and vampires, you will be thrown into prison along with your parents and family, okay?"

The girl smiled sweetly and brightly, but each word she spoke became more and more sarcastic.

Vivian's face turned red from the collar, and the strong feeling of suffocation made her unable to speak. She could only cry and shake her head wildly.

Fan Tong Bubble: [I didn't realize that the host has quite a bad taste]

Qiao Chu raised an eyebrow: [Some dungeons emphasize the rule of law. I think bad taste is not allowed. Aren't people relying on ghosts now?]

If she is not a little cruel to the heroine, others will doubt her loyalty.

Qiao Chu sat down with her arms folded, but the chair behind her disappeared. She was picked up by a pair of strong arms and sat on them.

"Sweetie, today is the day to save the world. Master will take you to be the savior today, how about that?"