Adrian King
THE CONTRACT OF SOULS They sold me to him like an object. I was handed over to pay a debt, given to the man who owned the underworld. He sat on his chair, looking at me with cold, empty eyes. He stared, judging me, claiming me with his sight. "So," he spoke finally. "You belong to me now. Your family gave you away, and I accepted the deal." "I..." I lowered my head, tears forming. He walked over, grabbing my chin roughly to force me to look up. "Don't look down. Look at your master. You are my property. You live in my house, you breathe my air, and you belong to me." "You signed the deal the moment they brought you here," he smirked. "And now... I own you completely. Body, mind, and soul. There is no return." I was sold. I was bought. And I was never going to be free again.
About Adrian King
THE CONTRACT OF SOULS They sold me to him like an object. I was handed over to pay a debt, given to the man who owned the underworld. He sat on his chair, looking at me with cold, empty eyes. He stared, judging me, claiming me with his sight. "So," he spoke finally. "You belong to me now. Your family gave you away, and I accepted the deal....Read more