I’ve been Alexander Sullivan’s blood source for twenty years. Just because my blood was special, I was adopted by the Sullivan family to be their blood slave. To ensure a daily supply of blood, the Sullivans went as far as implanting a curse in my body. This curse not only produced blood but also controlled one’s desires. The sixth time I uncontrollably approached Alexander due to the curse’s poison, begging him to help me neutralize it, He cruelly threw me into the swimming pool. But what Alexander didn’t know was— From that day on, I found a new person to neutralize the poison. I struggled to open my eyes, only to find myself surrounded by darkness. As I tried to sit up, I realized my hands and feet were tightly bound. Looking down at my wrists, I saw they were covered in countless needle marks – scars left from years of blood extraction. They looked like ugly centipedes crawling across my skin. Footsteps from outside broke the silence of the basement. The butler walked in expressionlessly, carrying a tray. He approached me and said coldly, “Miss Aria, it’s time for your blood extraction.” His voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he was merely carrying out a routine task. I looked at him fearfully, my body trembling uncontrollably. The bright red blood flowed slowly through the transparent tube into a glass bottle. This routine of being locked in the basement and having my blood regularly drawn had been going on for ten long years. Ten years ago, after my parents died in an accident, I was adopted by the wealthy Sullivan family. At the time, I naively thought I had found salvation, not knowing this was just the beginning of a nightmare. My blood was rare and special – the ideal source for Alexander Sullivan, the young master of the family who suffered from a terminal illness. The Sullivans adopted me only to use me as a tool to sustain Alexander’s life. Due to the need for daily blood supply, the Sullivans even went so far as to plant a curse in my body. This curse accelerated blood production in my body, but also turned me into a complete puppet. I could see no hope, no way out. As my blood was continuously drained, I heard familiar footsteps approaching in my dazed state. Alexander had arrived. He walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently stroked my head. “How are you feeling today?” “Young Master Sullivan, how do you think I should feel?” I weakly questioned him, my tone filled with undisguised anger and sarcasm. “Being kept like livestock, having my blood drawn every day, should I be grateful to you?” “The Sullivan family feeds and clothes you well, of course you should be grateful,” he replied. “After all, no master likes a dog that bites.” Perhaps because we had repeated this conversation too many times, Alexander seemed unfazed by my attitude. He took a bowl of soup from the butler, held my chin, and forced me to drink it spoonful by spoonful. With most of my blood drained and then being forced to drink that bitter medicine, my body grew increasingly weak. I had no strength left to struggle and could only let Alexander hold me. As my consciousness began to fade, I felt my entire body burning up, as if a fire was raging inside me. I couldn’t help but start writhing, trying to ease the unbearable pain. “So hot… it hurts…” I could feel the curse in my body greedily consuming what little blood I had left. I moaned in agony, unconsciously pressing closer to Alexander, trying to draw some coolness from his body to ease the heat inside me. Alexander seemed startled by my actions and frowned in disgust. He roughly pulled me away from him and threw me to the ground like a rag doll. “Don’t touch me!” But if the curse wasn’t dealt with, the consequences would be unthinkable. I crawled to his feet, clutching at his pants leg, begging, “Young Master… please… save me…” “If you can’t stand it, go cool off!” Alexander roared, throwing me aside. He stood up and dragged me to the edge of the swimming pool. The next second, I was mercilessly pushed into the water.
The ice-cold pool water instantly submerged me. I instinctively struggled but my limbs were too weak, and my body began to sink. There was no one left by the pool’s edge – Alexander had left. As the air in my lungs was slowly depleted, the specter of death loomed over me. Just when I was about to give up hope, I saw a blurry figure swimming towards me. I couldn’t make out his face clearly, but I desperately reached out to him. He quickly approached, pulled me into his arms, and swam powerfully towards the surface. The moment I could breathe air again, I felt as if I had been reborn. The man’s strong arms supported me. I instinctively held onto him tightly, my body shaking uncontrollably from the cold and weakness. But strangely, as our skin touched, the curse that had been raging inside me gradually calmed down. “Are you okay? Do you feel unwell anywhere?” he asked. I shook my head. After we got out of the pool, perhaps realizing that my condition was not just a typical reaction to near-drowning, the man waited while I went to the bathroom by the pool to clean up. I changed into dry clothes and opened the door to find that the man who had just saved me was still standing guard outside. He had somehow changed into dry clothes as well. He was a stranger, but handsome and gentle, looking at me with eyes full of concern. “You…” He was about to ask something when urgent footsteps were heard from outside. “Damn it, where is she?” The newcomer’s voice was urgent and tinged with anger. It was Alexander! I instinctively felt a wave of fear, and my body began to shake more violently. Why did he come back? Was he here to confirm if I was dead? The man seemed to sense the fear in my expression and immediately pulled me back into the bathroom. “Stay here and don’t move. No matter what happens, don’t make a sound,” he whispered, then left the bathroom and closed the door. He turned the corner and met Alexander, who was hurrying over. “Lucas, what are you doing here?” Alexander looked surprised to see Lucas. “You should ask Mrs. Wang about that. I left my car keys here yesterday, and she said she couldn’t remember where she put them,” Lucas said, spreading his hands to reveal the red sports car key in his palm. “She mentioned a few places, and since she’s getting on in years, I didn’t want her running around, so I came to look myself.” Hearing this, Alexander seemed to relax a bit, though his eyes swept over the swimming pool. “By the way, did you see anyone just now? I thought I saw a figure coming this way.” Lucas’s face still wore a faint smile: “No, I just came out and saw only you wandering around here.” “…Maybe I was mistaken then.” Alexander narrowed his eyes, as if trying to see if Lucas was lying. But after careful consideration, he realized that Lucas and I were not acquainted, and Lucas had no reason to lie for me. The two men stared at each other for a moment. Alexander suddenly smiled and patted Lucas on the shoulder, saying, “Alright, now that you’ve found it, head back soon. In the future, just let the housekeeper handle these small matters. No need to trouble Dr. Carter to come all the way here after a night shift.” “I have some business to attend to, so I’ll be going now.” With that, he left the pool area with his men. Hearing Alexander leave, I finally let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the floor.
Imagining what Alexander would do when he couldn’t find me, my body couldn’t stop shaking. The changing room door was gently pushed open, and Lucas walked in. “Are you alright?” he asked. I gave a faint “mm” in response, tidying my clothes as I stood up. “Thank you… for today,” I said. “It’s nothing, I would have saved anyone I saw drowning,” the man replied. He seemed to have a belly full of questions he wanted to ask, but after hesitating for a moment, he only added, “I’m Alexander’s friend. You can call me Lucas.” “I haven’t seen you at the Sullivan house before… you’re his friend?” I asked. As I finished the last two words, I inwardly mocked myself for a moment. Of course, a playboy like Alexander would have friends from all walks of life. If Lucas were really his friend, he would surely know me. He probably thought I was one of Alexander’s kept women. But a kept woman is docile and vibrant. I was just what the Sullivan servants called “the blood slave in the basement.” Not knowing how to respond, I could only lower my head and stare at the ground awkwardly. In the end, it was Lucas who broke the silence. “I won’t tell Alexander about what happened today,” he said. “You fell into the water and caught a chill. It would be better if you took some medicine when you get back.” He turned to leave, but suddenly, a strange idea welled up from the bottom of my heart. As if possessed, I grabbed the hem of his clothes. “Mr. Carter, could you… help me with my illness?” When I returned to the basement, Alexander was sitting on the sofa in my bedroom. Seeing me return, he put down his wine glass. “Where have you been?” he asked, his tone calm and emotionless. “I… I felt out of breath after climbing out of the water, so I went for a walk in the garden,” I replied. Alexander’s gaze was piercing, as if trying to see through me. “Is that so?” He slowly walked up to me, his tone low and dangerous. “The garden is windy. With your weak body, you should be careful not to catch a cold.” “I… I understand,” I said, lowering my head, not daring to meet his eyes. “Don’t wander around at night in the future. I’ll worry about you.” Alexander reached out his hand, gently stroking my cheek. But I trembled violently all over. It was happening again. Every so often, Alexander would use this method to check on the curse inside me. Only after confirming there was no problem would he let me leave. I endured the pain of the curse resonating with its master, forcing out an obedient smile. “I… I understand. It won’t happen again.” Sure enough, after feeling for a while and finding nothing unusual, he smiled with satisfaction. He pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair. I stood there stiffly, letting him hold me. My mind unconsciously recalled how Lucas had held me in the water. Under his wet shirt, his muscles were clearly defined and powerful. He was… handsome. “Today, why didn’t you beg me for help?” Alexander suddenly spoke, interrupting my thoughts. Coming back to my senses, I replied flatly, “I could endure it.” Alexander was momentarily at a loss for words, as if wanting to explain something, but in the end, he didn’t. After a moment of silence, he only added, “That’s good. You should understand, I don’t do that to you because I’m being responsible for you.” I nodded slightly. He seemed to have forgotten that the reason I reacted that way was not because of my own desires. It was because of the curse, which made me completely lose control. The reason I became like this, who was to blame after all?
The first time I saw Alexander was a week after I was brought to the Sullivan house. That pale, sickly boy lying in bed. The painful source of the curse planted in my body, the one who needed my blood. At that time, young as I was, I was locked in the basement, never seeing the light of day. Yet Alexander’s condition improved day by day after my arrival. He began to get out of bed, to move freely around the Sullivan house. Due to frequent blood transfusions, Alexander would even take me along when he went to school. The children at the prestigious school were mostly arrogant, knowing even at a young age the most direct way to humiliate others. On my first day stepping into the classroom, I felt the malice from those around me. “Well, well, where did this country bumpkin come from? How dare she attend school with us?” “Don’t you know? She’s Young Master Sullivan’s personal blood bank. In other words, she’s just a high-class blood slave!” “Disgusting. Who knows if her blood is clean? Hope she doesn’t infect Young Master Sullivan with some dirty disease!” I tried hard to ignore them, finding a corner to sit down. But they wouldn’t leave me alone. Several of them deliberately tripped me, throwing my backpack hard on the ground. “Oh, sorry, sorry, didn’t see you there. Are you okay? Young Master Sullivan’s blood slave, it wouldn’t be good if you got hurt.” I lay on the ground, reaching for my books. A pair of shoes stopped beside me. In an instant, the shoes stepped over my face. Alexander nonchalantly found a seat and sat down. He watched coldly as they emptied my backpack and tore everything inside to pieces. The piercing laughter was like needles stabbing into my heart. “Alright, that’s enough,” Alexander finally spoke up. His tone held no trace of protection, but rather a hint of indulgence. “She’s weak, she can’t take your teasing.” Alexander’s words, far from stopping their mockery, only made them more unrestrained. “Young Master Sullivan is so kind, even treating a dog so well.” “Of course, after all, it’s a dog he needs to suck blood from every day. It needs to be kept well. If it dies, where would Young Master Sullivan get his blood from!” Alexander laughed freely, but it made my heart freeze to the bone. Tears fell uncontrollably. “What are you crying for? If you can’t even bear this little bit of grievance, how will you serve me in the future?” Alexander spoke to me. “I… I just feel wronged,” I sobbed. “Wronged? What do you have to feel wronged about? The Sullivan family feeds and clothes you well, lets you live a life of luxury. What more do you want?” His tone was impatient. “I… I just want a little respect,” I said. “Respect? You think you deserve that?” Alexander sneered. “Is what they’re saying wrong? You’re nothing but a dog raised by the Sullivan family, a dog kept to keep me alive. What right do you have to talk to me about respect?” At that moment, I finally understood. In Alexander’s heart, I would forever be just a lowly, inferior blood slave. A tool that anyone could trample on at will. But now I was dependent on the Sullivan family with nowhere to escape, unable to resist. I became even more cautious, silently swallowing those taunts and malice. In front of Alexander, I tried my best to appear more submissive and obedient. He seemed to enjoy it, and when no one else was around, he would be very kind to me again. He would bring me some food, or some interesting books. And he also knew well what damage the curse had done to me in my childhood. Every time the curse acted up, I would be tortured by excruciating pain, rolling on the ground. I even thought about ending my own life through self-harm. Alexander would grab me, hold me, letting me struggle madly until I gradually calmed down. This continued for a full twenty years. And the side effects of the curse became more uncontrollable after I reached adulthood.
That day, after an episode, I really couldn’t bear it anymore. Regardless of dignity or rules, I just wanted to live. I rushed to Alexander’s room. “Mr. Sullivan, I feel so awful. Can you please save me…” But I came at the wrong time. Alexander’s face, which had been laughing and chatting with a woman, turned ashen when he saw me. The woman’s eyes darted between us, and she laughed. “Alexander, I don’t mind you keeping someone on the side.” “Now that we’re engaged, I just hope your little pet doesn’t appear in front of me.” “She’s just a dog that can’t leave its master,” Alexander said coldly. “The curse is acting up again, she can’t live without me.” “How pitiful. Alexander, aren’t you too kind to her? Can’t you just find someone to take care of her needs?” Alexander lifted my chin, his eyes cold and his tone contemptuous. “You want me to help you? Fine.” “Get down on your knees and beg me like a dog, and I’ll consider it.” I bit my teeth in humiliation, my body trembling uncontrollably from the pain. “Alexander, don’t be like that. She looks so pitiful,” the woman said with a smile. “Why don’t you just help her? After all, this kind of woman, it’s no big deal to play with her a bit.” Alexander burst into laughter, grabbing Sophia’s waist and saying in a frivolous tone, “Sophia is right, it’s no big deal to play a bit. Aria, did you hear that?” “As long as you make Sophia happy, I’ll agree to help you.” Sophia smiled contemptuously: “How about this, crawl from here to the door, bark three times like a dog, and I’ll consider letting Alexander help you.” I bit my lip hard, my nails digging deep into my flesh. But I knew I had no choice. To survive, I could only do as they said. Trembling, I knelt on the ground and crawled forward step by step. By the time I reached the door, I had used up all my strength and didn’t even have the energy to open my mouth. In my last memory before fainting, I saw Alexander walking towards me. His face was cold as he grabbed me and threw me out the door. “Get lost,” he said. The door slammed shut, and the woman’s laughter could be heard from inside.
Since that night when Lucas saved me at the swimming pool, I started seeing him more often. He always appeared when I least expected it – in the garden of the Sullivan mansion, on the small path leading to the backyard, or even in the studio where I was occasionally allowed to move freely. In those brief moments when I could catch my breath, he seemed to be able to find me. Every time he saw me, he would first inquire about my health condition with concern. Then he would secretly slip me some herbs and nutritional supplements he had prepared. He told me that the curse Alexander had planted in me was not unsolvable; it could be controlled and even removed. He searched everywhere for methods, trying various approaches with me. Although there wasn’t much progress in the short term, and I still felt feverish and uncontrollably drawn to others during episodes, the medicine Lucas brought did alleviate my pain considerably. Taking advantage of Alexander’s business trip, Lucas started visiting my room more frequently. We talked about everything from my condition to casual chit-chat. He told me how wonderful the outside world was. He said I shouldn’t be trapped here, that I should live the life I want. He said, “Aria, I can help you escape from here.” His words made my heart race uncontrollably. But could I really break free from Alexander’s control? The long imprisonment had worn down my edges and made me timid and cowardly. Even if I did escape from here, where would I go?
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