My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 15

It looked like my only chance was to surrender. I knew that my mental and physical state didn't give me any chance against those people. Besides, were they even human? Mr. Gotha and those around him kept staring inside the room full of corpses, but there was something strange in their eyes. They didn't seem to be looking at a scene of a horrific murder, but more like a pile of spoiled food that had to be thrown away. There was also some kind of terrifying superiority in the way they were looking at me, yet I certainly found their company much safer than being around those people from the casino…

I slightly nodded my head, agreeing to go with them. Mr. Gotha smirked, then grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room filled with blood. He looked me up and down and clicked his tongue. I certainly didn't look presentable. The simple white dress, the only piece of clothing I was wearing, was painted in red, as well as my feet, most of my body, and hair. I stood there looking into his eyes while trembling from cold and fear, and hoping to get out of there fast.

Mr. Gotha snapped his fingers, then someone rushed to cover me up with a blanket. That surprised me enormously.

"T-thank you," I muttered, smiling faintly.

"Don't mention it. If the Master wants you, you need to stay healthy. That's all," he tossed, looking away.

My body got a little warmer. I even stopped shivering so much, despite standing barefoot. I watched as the men who came with Mr. Gotha started taking out corpses one by one.

"Let's go," Mr. Gotha ordered, pointing at the door leading onto the corridor.

"Wait!" I called out, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. "What… What about them?" I asked nervously, turning my head towards the dead girls.

He sighed, then responded stiffly, "All of their bodies will be cremated. The Master will make sure that all of their families will be compensated. Now, we need to go."

There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, like who murdered Carla and the rest? Not even the most vicious wolves I knew would treat their enemies the way those girls were massacred. I wanted answers and I wanted revenge, but first I had to make sure that asking questions wouldn't get me killed. I couldn't tell why Mr. Gotha wanted me to go with them. If they knew that the auction was illegal, weren't they supposed to set me free? Why did I get the feeling that I was taken away from one imprisonment to another? The problem was, I couldn't make any hasty decisions until I knew more about the situation I was in.

I followed Mr. Gotha to one of many black vans standing right outside the casino. It seemed like the whole area was surrounded by people who came with Mr. Gotha. Moreover, they were now setting a tall fence around the complex, not allowing outsiders to enter. Even more disturbing was the fact that there were no signs of the police, as if Mr. Gotha's Master was the highest authority around, and no other legal forces were needed.

Mr. Gotha's men were abruptly leaving the building. I gulped, realizing that none of them brought out any prisoners with them, and all of their uniforms were dirtied by blood. Perhaps it was fortunate that it was the middle of the night. All they had to do was to cut off the power supply to make the evidence of the slaughter almost invisible in the dark clothes they were wearing. Then I noticed that they actually were much more cautious than that. They made sure that all the streets leading to the casino were emptied and secured.

"Just how powerful are those people?!" I wondered anxiously while getting into the van.

Mr. Gotha sat in the back seat beside me and closed the door.

"Go!" he ordered the driver impatiently.

The men nodded then started driving. All the other vans followed. I kept wrapping myself with the blanket they gave me and restlessly looking around to see where we were going. Mr. Gotha looked at me and chuckled.

"What is so funny?" I glared at him, annoyed by his amusement.

"The Master has never picked his own food himself. You are the first," he stated and smirked.

"W-what do you mean by… food?" I muttered frightfully.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't know by now, Ms. Fleming…" he sang, wearing a teasing grin.

I gulped, then hesitantly glanced into his eyes.

"What… are you?" I finally voiced out the question.

Mr. Gotha gazed at me excitedly and cleared his throat.

"Well… I'm incredibly fast and strong… Oh! And my skin is cold…"

"Is that supposed to give me a hint?" I glanced at him with a question mark painted all over my face.

"Hey! You were supposed to ask me how old I am!" he called out, disappointed.

"Why would I ever care about your age?!" I questioned, unable to comprehend his actions.