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Deacon was feeling a little unwell. Since she was away for the past days, he hadn’t been able to sleep.
The dangerous demon which lived inside him, was slowly being awakened.
He made to take another pull from his cigarette, but a hand reached out and took the cigarette away from his fingertips. His mouth was stuffed with something.
Oriana frowned, and licked her lips which was now stained with blood.
Soon, Deacon regained some clarity. The blood which he had tasted from her mouth gave him an impulse which made him feel like he had fallen into an abyss.
“Don’t touch me.” Deacon quickly got up and walked into the bathroom. “Go go sleep.” He locked the bathroom door.
Everytime he fell ill, he would push her away. Oriana knew the inviolable pride and dignity of a man like him. However, he couldn’t save himself.
He locked himself up, making the situation worse.
Oriana reached out and knocked on the door,
Deacon, open the door. I have some medical experience. I can help you. I know you’re in pains right now. Open the door and let me see you.”
In the bathroom. Deacon stood beside the washbasin. The faucet was turned on, and the cold water flowed out.
There was still her sweet taste in his mouth, which made him very excited. He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were covered with a bloodthirsty gloomy and terrifying aura.
The room was engulfed with silence, and only Oriana’s beckoning voice was heard.
Deacon turned off the tap and walked over to the door. Oriana was about to knock when the door suddenly opened.
“Deacon, how are you?”
Oriana met his reddened eyes, as he stared at her gloomily. His gaze were like that of a beast staring at it’s prey.
“Deacon…”
Deacon looked at her and said huskily,
“I’ll give you one last chance. Go out.”
Oriana shook her head slowly.
“I’m not leaving.”
Deacon grabbed her slender wrist and threw her into the soft bed with a few strides.
Oriana felt a little dizzy. A big thud was felt on the bed, as Deacon collapsed into it.
He took out a black leather belt and tied her two slender wrists to the edge of the bed.
Oriana struggled for a while.
“Deacon, what are you doing? Don’t be this way. Let me go!”
Deacon moved to her neck and bit her veins. Oriana let out a loud scream.
Soon, his big hand landed on the button of her pyjamas and he pulled it open. He started to chew on it, as he was obsessed with the smell.
Oriana struggled at first, but she soon realized that her struggles only deepen his desire to dominate. So she bit her tongue in pain, not allowing herself to make a sound.
He felt his hands slid down from her waist. Her eyes shrank and she quickly said,
“Deacon, no!”
Deacon heard her weak voice and looked up at her. Oriana’s beautiful hair was scattered on the snow white pillow.
Deacon lowered his head and kissed her red lips. Oriana didn’t evade, she probed carefully.
“Deacon, I promise to be obedient, can you let me go? It hurts.”
With her coaxing voice sounding tenderly, Deacon’s hostility lessened a bit. He reached out and untied the black belt.
Oriana moved her little hand and placed it under the pillow. Her needles were under the pillow.
Deacon was even faster. He pressed her hand down and his sharp and hoarse voice muttered,
“What do you want to do?”
He was quite alert. The slightest movement could startle him. Oriana opened her hand and inserted her needle into his index finger.
“Your mouth is very good at deceiving people, you little liar.” Deacon’s rough thumb pressed against her lips.
Deacon rolled over and collapsed on the bed. Oriana pulled out her silver needle from his hand, then she sat up.
Several buttons of her pyjamas were broken, and her greasy white skin was now covered in wounds. Oriana got up and went into the bathroom.
She stood in front of the washstand and looked at herself. Her face was as pale as piece of paper. The pain in her body and the excessive blood loss made her eyes blurry.
She reached out and covered the place on her neck where he had bitten. He had left a tooth mark.
If anyone saw her in her current state, they were definitely going to call the police.
Oriana took the toothbrush and started brushing her teeth. After brushing for some time, she felt her gum burn, so she stopped.
After leaving the bathroom, Oriana went back to the bed and lay beside Deacon. She didn’t leave, for she feared that something bad would happen to him at night.
His condition was worse than she had imagined. His keen sense of smell was even more frightening.
Oriana’s hair was a total mess. She lay down and didn’t move. She was afraid that she would wake him up and then startle Mrs. Samantha.
Deacon stretched out, Oriana quickly held her breathe. Oriana’s face was close to his chest.
She could hear his heart beat. She had shortly drifted off to sleep.
Oriana’s eyes fluttered open at five in the morning. Deacon was still sleeping. She stood up, and got out of the bed. She wrapped herself tightly in a coat and left the Red Villa.
The servants in the Red Villa would be awaken soon. She had to leave before they woke, otherwise the injuries. would not be concealed.
She didn’t go to North’s apartment, for she didn’t want her seeing it. Although North and
Oriana were more like sisters, Oriana didn’t dare to inform her of Deacon’s condition. So she headed to the Ivory Council instead.
The pharmacy was empty when Oriana had arrived. She turned on the lamp on the wall and took off her coat.
Oriana’s skin was pale and purple. The wounds were still bleeding. Oriana took out a bottle of disinfectant and used a cotton wool to treat the wound.
Her eyes were reddened with pain. The door suddenly pushed open and a handsome figure appeared.
Oriana didn’t expect that anyone would show up at such an early hour.
Oriana turned her head and saw the man who often liked to sleep. She had actually forgotten about this elusive individual.
The man who stood by the door didn’t seem to have thought that it would be her. Oriana trembled lightly.
The man glanced at her, then closed the door and consciously backed out.
Oriana heaved a sigh of relief. She didn’t have any medicine with her, the wounds still needed a treatment. She concluded to purchasing some later.
Oriana opened the door of the lounge and walked out, but she soon stopped when she sighted a small bottle of ointment on the table beside the door.
The small ointment in the white battle looked very precious.
“Where did this come from?” She thought to herself. She knew that it was given to her by the creepy man.
Oriana was in dire need of the ointment. After pondering about it, she took the ointment and went into the lounge to apply it on her body.
After the ointment touched her skin, it didn’t take a while before the aching pains had vanished.
Oriana took out a pen. She wrote some words on it and placed it on the desk of the man.
It was still very early, and Oriana’s eyes were already clouded with tiredness.
The man walked in and returned to his seat. He saw the note which read,
“Thanks for the noodles, and the ointment. Hopefully. I’ll be able to pay you back in the future.”
The man put the note in a book, then opened it again and read through it.
When Divine had arrived, Oriana was already up. She was in the secret library.
“Oriana, why are you here studying this early? You’ve been working so hard.” Divine scolded.
Oriana flipped through the pages of the book in her hands. Now that Deacon’s condition was worse, she had to develop a pill for him. But there was a particular medicine that she was not so sure about, and she needed to find it in a book.
“Divine, I’m looking for a book.” Oriana mumbled.
“What book? I’ll help you find it.” Divine offered.
Oriana pondered for a while, then said,
“I don’t know what book I’m looking for. I’m still thinking about it, so I really won’t be needing your help. Go take care of your flowers.”
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