His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation.

"Your spying on me is utterly useless young tulip." Ink eyes opened, resting upon my little frame making me freeze.

"What are you thinking? You have got this one chance....run away." He offered his eyes watching my each and every movement like a hawk.

"I am a prisoner sire, I have heard stories....tales of how war prisoners are mercilessly butchered if they are caught and I can't afford to die....not yet...I have someone to feed and I will do anything for them."

"Anything?" He asked in eerily calm voice. I nodded slowly a lump forming in my throat as my eyes glistened with tears with the scenes of men using my eighteen year body flashed infront of me making me tremble.

Water splashed around as he rose to his full height inside the lagoon, his eyes solely focused on me, his feet moving forward, closing our distance altogether.

"Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips.

His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder.

Killer

Commander

Beast

He was the commander of Gladiators.

Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose.

"You will be the bride of mine."

I am merciless to those who try to touch what's mine.

Basically I will make your life hell if you even think of copying my work and enjoy every second of it.

But you, yes there you! My little reader...I love you.