Purple petals on the chest

She tried to stay awake. Joshua took her to wait in place for a while, and a car came to pick them up.

She didn't know where she would be sent. She wrapped Joshua's coat tightly and kept pulling it down. Subconsciously, she didn't want to look so embarrassed in front of Joshua.

The driver who came to pick up Joshua was very professional. He didn't look at him as a strange girl. He even raised the baffle after getting on the bus.

There was warm wind in the car. Letitia had a very uneasy night. She couldn't believe she really came out of the devil's cave, but thinking of the fate of sober-elves, her heart slowly fell again.

She secretly raised her head and glanced at the man sitting next to him. He had a surprisingly good appearance. The superiority of this appearance was inseparable from the noble life. His waist was thin and his legs were long. Under the dim light in the car, his hair shone with a soft and bright light. He seems to be in a good mood. He taps the glass with the tip of his finger, as if he is still humming unknown music.

She didn't know what he was humming. It might be an Irish minor.

Letitia listened vaguely. She was too tired and sleepy. It seemed that after a long time, and it seemed that only a second, she suddenly fell into the clouds.

She dreamed.

In the dream, she was younger. It was the day when she was just sent to sober elves. At that time, she didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. She was often beaten. The shopkeeper of sober-elves shop changed one after another, but what remained unchanged was endless beating and torture. Her chest was scalded with purplish-red scars, and there are still centipede-like scars on her inner thigh.

These are all inspired by the "father". Her crying and screaming made him proud. It was his revenge and Letitia's nightmare.

It's not that she hasn't prayed to be bought over the years, she's struggled foolishly at first, tried to kill herself or attacked her owner and been returned, or other buyers weren't "brutal" enough to satisfy her "father", which led to her living a life worse than death in sober elves store year after year.

She was displayed in the window like a commodity. Her throat was tied to the collar for many years, so she couldn't say a complete word now. Because the whip brushed her eyes, her left eye couldn't see clearly.

In her dreams, she was in pain and burst into tears.

But the next second, her cold hand seemed to be held by something, causing her to subconsciously tremble and wake up from her dream.

As soon as she woke up, she collided with the blue sea.

Letitia remained confused for the rest of the journey. She heard that the relationship between sober elves and the werewolf was not just as simple as the food and the owner, and the nominal "father" always wanted more cruel werewolves to buy her and torture her.

The shopkeeper sold her to the man in front of him so happy. Is he really a gentleman as he looks?

This is almost impossible.

Letitia felt more and more frightened. She had learned the identity of the man in front of her from the decoration on the car body. In this society, they tortured and killed sober-elves, which is easier than stepping on an ant. What about her? Waiting for her fate, what is it?

Her head hung low, she could not speak, she could not make the higher company. She was only reduced to a vessel, a vessel that held blood.

She will be tortured and sucked blood. When her blood is sucked dry, she may be thrown to a sober-elves breeding centre and continue to get pregnant until she dies.

The cruelty of the sober-elves breeding centre is very terrible. Male sober-elves will be sold to the major ethnic groups of werewolves faster and serve as stallions or the lowest slaves. Female sober-elves are bought by different sober elves stores depending on their beauty, hoping to sell at a good price.

If she didn't have such a face and such an identity She won't come to the largest sober elves store on Paradise Island.

According to the current cure level, her blood is grade S, which is not extremely rare in the cure ability. Sober-elves of SS and even SSS women are often auctioned.

Can she only become such a tool in front of this man?

She didn't notice that Joshua was looking at her.

He seemed to look at his collection, sweeping the girl's face, skin, slender legs and jade ankles inch by inch.

Her fingertips are pink, a girl's unique colour. Her hair is black, which makes her skin whiter.

She is like fine porcelain. As long as there is light, she can't be hidden.

Her collar is too broken. I'll change it for a ruby one.

Joshua thought seriously.

Joshua was in a good mood all the way. His eyes stayed on the worn collar on Letitia's neck. The collar had been worn for many years. It should have been worn when she was a little girl. Now she has grown up, the collar is tight, and there is a red mark on her neck.

He stroked Letitia's hair, like patting a puppy. Letitia was thinking, and his movements were light enough that Letitia didn't notice. She held her hand, and the nail on one finger had pinched a crescent on the other hand.

But he didn't seem content to just touch the girl's hair. His hand slid down, over the girl's chest, and his fingernails brushed lightly against the skin, which made Letitia come back to her senses immediately.

She didn't dare to resist, clinging to the back of the chair, biting her lip and daring not to move. She was really scared. The abuse and beatings by the shopkeeper had never made her so embarrassed and nervous as she did now.

Joshua's fingertips rested on the dark purple petal. This scar was really wonderful, like a petal falling on her chest, and like a little flower stamen, indescribably lining her up, making people excited.

His fingertips continued down and stopped on her waist. The waist was as thin as a willow tree. Walk, and finally stopped on her lap.

Her legs are long and her skin is white, like a water monster on the seabed.