Chapter 4

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.