Chapter 1. ( To be strong ).

" do you think I will let you go , uh ? you're now my prisoner or should I say...... slave." He gave her a devilish smile . taking a piece of her golden hair in is finger and then rolling it over.
" What do you want from me? why do you spare me and kill my fellow army? you devil blood tasting demon!" she said angrily, the more she moves the more painful the thorn stick to her ankle is .
Lucrian smiled at her, and touch her cheeks with both hands.
"yes, darling. all because you are my hell tide with me, darling.". he smiled devilishly to me and touch her hair, then walking out of the dark room.