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From Servant to Savior

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 963    |    Released on: 22/08/2025

r, they came

e from my bed, dragging me out of my room without a word. My knee

ll in my thin pajamas. The guard pulled me across the w

ing me?" I asked,

r. He just tigh

ling of antiseptic. He forced me into a room

leather a shock against my skin. They strapped

dow with his back to me. Ainsley was

aid by the Steeles and whose loyalty was bo

struggling against the restrain

d of sympathy. "She needs a transfusion. Your plasma is the

ast week," I protested. "It

he protocols. I was only supposed to donate small, regular amounts to

hard mask. He looked at me as if I were a piece o

rian said, his voice

eard for years. "That Kira girl, she's got a strong life force. The mas

exploited. A well tha

IV stand. A white label was stuck to it. In nea

t I gave to keep Dorian alive, was being diverted to his fiancée. For a fabricated

into my arm. A s

t my life being siphoned away. I stared at Dori

red his name, a la

might stop it. He reached out and touched my chee

aid, his voice low. "Ainsley ne

impor

t. I couldn't stop it. It was a raw, brok

y voice shaking with a terrible, newfound stre

ened. "Don't

began to spin. The doctor muttered som

ed, his voice sharp. "I need her t

health. He just needed t

f the IV stand. My face was pale, my lips tu

r him. The pain, the weakness, the days spent recovering. I

ould always protect

tching me be drained for a woman

y vision was tunneling, black sp

nervously. "Any more a

ley?" Dorian asked, hi

s more th

to leave, Ainsley already clinging

adrenaline, a fina

s a croak, but it sto

d. His back was a br

words tearing from my throat. "After this, I do

y perceptible tighte

walked out the door, pu

d me was his silhouette disappearing down the ha

d. He hadn't just broken it. He had stood by and watched a

ove him anymo

nothing le

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