Sold to a Prince!

Sylvia groaned in pain as she slowly regained her consciousness.

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

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

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

Sylvia could feel her heart ramming wildly against her chest.

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

Her 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.

What would she even accomplish by doing so?

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

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

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

GU RU RU RU RU

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

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

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

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

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

Not long afterward, the door creaked and a man walked in.

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

And this was in fact, not any ordinary water.

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

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

"I… I…" She mumbled weakly.

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

Sylvia fumbled slightly trying to get up.

She 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.

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

"Ah~ T… Thank you, my lord."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her blindfold loosened, falling down to her feet.

Sylvia 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.

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

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

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

How could such a person exist?

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

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

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

His single glance can melt any maiden's heart.

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

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

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

Her gaze wavered and she looked at him again.

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

His gaze had made her shiver inwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Spread your legs." He said, his voice cold, cruel, and nonchalant.