Chapter 1

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.