$10,000 a week, night shift only, job content is: Sleep. To get this god-tier job, I signed a contract with a huge penalty clause. The butler Alfred handed me a pure black eye mask, tone serious like giving last words: "Remember, no matter what Mr. Damien does to you, absolutely, absolutely do not open your eyes." "More importantly, do not let him know, you are awake." I clutched the eye mask, heart blooming with joy. Isn't it just playing dead? I'm an expert at this business! Chapter 1 Before winter break, the balance in my card was cleaner than my face. To avoid being despised by my mom during holidays, and save enough tuition for next semester, I refreshed resumes day and night on Indeed. Just when my eyes were about to go blind, a recruitment ad hit me like lightning. [Urgent: Night Companion. Location: Blackwood Manor. Requirement: Female, good sleep quality, quiet and honest. Salary: $500 daily, $10,000 weekly.] Ten thousand dollars! Am I seeing things? This isn't recruitment, this is simply targeted poverty alleviation! Afraid this splashing wealth would flow to someone else's field, I submitted my resume at light speed. Didn't expect the reply even faster, directly sent a location, told me to interview tonight. On the way to Blackwood Manor, I sat in the back of an Uber, heart actually drumming a bit. The driver looked at me several times through the rearview mirror, finally couldn't hold back: "Miss, going to Blackwood Manor this late? That place is famous for being... weird." I clutched my deflated wallet tight, thinking what does a poor ghost fear of weirdness? Poverty is the scariest ghost. Arrived at the place, I was awed by the magnificent carved iron gate. This isn't a manor, simply a vampire castle. Coming out to pick me up was a middle-aged uncle wearing a tuxedo, claimed to be Alfred. Alfred looked me up and down, eyes carrying a kind of... pity I couldn't understand? "Miss Mia, right? Follow me." The manor was scary quiet, only our footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. Decoration luxurious is truly luxurious, desolate is truly desolate. I couldn't help shrinking my neck, whispered: "Um, Alfred, what exactly is this job doing? I saw the recruitment wrote quite simple..." Alfred stopped, turned around, expression serious like reading an imperial decree. "The job is indeed simple. My young master suffers from severe sleep disorder and skin hunger, needs someone to act as... a comfort object." Comfort object? Put bluntly is a human body pillow? My mental abacus crackled loud. Sleep with but not sleep with (sex), still get paid, this deal is profitable! Alfred seemed to see through my thoughts, he took out a black silk eye mask from pocket, handed to my hand. That eye mask felt cold, slippery to touch, like skin of some cold-blooded animal. "Miss Mia, although ugly words are not pleasant to hear, but I must say ahead." Alfred's voice lowered a few notches, appearing extra gloomy in this empty corridor. "First, working hours are from 10 PM to 6 AM. During this period, you must wear the eye mask throughout." "Second, young master dislikes noise, no matter what happens, you cannot make a sound." Speaking here, he paused, eyes staring straight at me, making my scalp numb. "Third, and the most important point." "No matter what you feel or hear at night, absolutely, absolutely do not open your eyes." "More importantly, do not let young master discover, you are awake." I glanced at the pitch-black eye mask in hand, heart inexplicably thumped. These rules, why sound like filming a horror movie? But turning thought to that money, and the bag lying in my cart for half a year, fear in heart instantly dispelled by the light of money. Isn't it just pretending to sleep? In Calculus class before, I could sleep with eyes open, now sleeping with eyes closed isn't it a piece of cake? I patted chest guarantee: "Alfred you rest assured, I have no other merits, just sleep dead! Thunder can't move!" Alfred looked at me deeply, sighed: "Hope so." Signed the contract, Alfred took me into a huge bedroom. Room didn't turn on lights, only thick curtains drawn, black can't see fingers. Air filled with a faint cold fragrance, like cedar mixed with some unknown herbal smell, very good smell, but makes people inexplicably feel cold. In the middle lay a ridiculously large bed. "Go, young master will come in a while." Alfred finished saying, retreated like escaping for life, smoothly closed the door. With a "click" sound of locking, the whole world seemed to quiet down. I groped to climb onto bed, obediently put on eye mask. This mattress soft like clouds, lying on it whole person sank in. Comfortable is truly comfortable, just why heart always feels creepy? Time passed minute by minute. Just when I dazedly about to really fall asleep, door suddenly came a trace of movement. No footsteps. Only sound of doorknob being gently turned. I instantly sober, whole body hair stood up. Coming! My sugar daddy... no, is my money coming! I held breath, forced myself relax body, tried to make myself look like a peaceful corpse. Cold fragrance in air seemed thicker. Immediately after, mattress beside slightly sank. A stream of cold breath instantly wrapped me. That wasn't normal human body temperature, more like frozen in ice cellar for three days and nights. I couldn't help shivering. Next second, a slender powerful hand, gently rested on my waist. Across thin pajamas, that coldness penetrated bone marrow. I involuntarily tensed muscles. That hand didn't stop, instead followed my waist line, bit by bit moved up. Action elegant, slow, but carrying a kind of unquestionable control desire. My heart panicked a batch. This plot direction wrong! Didn't say just sleep disorder? How feels like transforming into The Ring? I dead bit teeth, remembering Alfred's teaching: no sound, no move, no open eyes. That hand finally stopped beside my cheek. Cold fingertip gently slid across my profile, like appreciating a fragile porcelain. Itchy, cold. Immediately after, a heavy object pressed up. That so-called "young master", buried head into my neck hollow. Warm breath sprayed on my skin, raising a layer of fine goosebumps. This feeling too weird. Body cold, breath is hot. Is he really human? My mind instantly flashed various horror novel plots read before. Vampire? Zombie? Or some perverted killer? Just when I thinking wild, ear suddenly came a low laugh. Voice deep magnetic, good to hear make ears pregnant, but revealed a strand of evil making back spine cold. "New... pillow?" Is he talking to me? No, he is talking to himself. I kept rules in mind, motionless, even breathing frequency controlled carefully. He seemed very satisfied with me, arms tightened, circled my whole person into arms. That suffocating oppression, made me almost breathless. Don't know how long passed, just when I thought this night would pass safely like this. Change suddenly born. I felt something, gently touching edge of my eye mask. That is his finger. He is hooking my eye mask strap! My heart instantly raised to throat, crazy hitting chest cavity. Alfred's words crazy loop playing in mind: [Absolutely, absolutely do not open eyes.] [More cannot let young master discover, you are awake.] I desperately controlled eyelids, even if eyeballs already crazy rolling under eyelids, dare not reveal a trace gap. That finger very bad. It didn't rush to take off eye mask, instead gently rubbed along edge, like probing, also like teasing. "Heart beating so fast..." That voice sounded again, carrying a trace of playfulness, drilled in sticking to my ear. "Are you afraid?" Boom—— A firework exploded in my brain. He knows! He knows I'm awake! Then what should I do now? Continue playing dead, or jump up shout "Hero spare life"? Before I struggled out a result, that hand suddenly exerted force. A corner of eye mask was lifted a gap. Faint moonlight shone in. That instant, I instinctively wanted to close eyes tight. But human instinct sometimes is just this damn. Stayed in darkness long, once have light, will subconsciously chase. I didn't hold back, squinted a slit. Just an instant. I regretted. Borrowing that cold moonlight, I saw a pair of eyes. A pair of eyes glowing with weird red light, dead staring at me. That face handsome unreasonable, pale without a trace of blood color. At this moment, that face hanging a touch of evil smile. Our sight, at this moment, collided together without obstruction. Finished. Chapter 2 Barbie Q-ed (Done for). My money, seems going to become my life buying money. He looked at my terrified eyes, smile on mouth corner deeper. Cold fingertip gently tapped on my eyelid, voice gentle like coaxing lover, words spoken let me fall into ice cave: "Didn't tell you, don't open eyes?" I looked at that face handsome to anger gods, brain spinning fast. Next second, I fiercely reached hand cupped his face, smack a kiss on it. "Wuwuwu, dreaming can dream of this superb handsome guy, this life worth it!" Air dead silent for about three seconds. Damien —— also my employer, obviously didn't expect I would have this reaction. His pair of red pupils originally full of killing intent and teasing, at this moment revealed a trace of obvious confusion. Cold finger still stopped on my eyelid, froze. My heart panicked like ten thousand alpacas running, but face must be steady as old dog. This is my only way to live. I must make him believe, I am still dreaming, I am a hungry ghost for sex, I am a sleepwalking patient! After that smack, I even pushed luck rubbed cheek on his cold palm, mouth vaguely mumbled: "Don't go... my money... my handsome guy... hehe, ten thousand dollars..." Damien's finger trembled a bit. He seemed evaluating if I am really stupid or pretending stupid. "Dreaming?" He low voice repeated once, tone carrying few parts playfulness. That oppression didn't disappear, instead heavier. He lowered head, nose tip almost touched my nose tip. I could clearly see my own reflection in his pupils —— a coward risking life for money. "Since dreaming," he suddenly laughed, revealing a sharp canine tooth, appearing both evil and... damn sexy, "Then doing something else, also not excessive right?" I haven't reacted what "something else" means, neck suddenly came a burst of severe pain. He bit me! Not that flirting bite, is real bite! Sharp teeth pierced skin, cold liquid injected along wound, or maybe he is sucking something. I pain almost passed away on spot, tears instantly burst out. But I dare not scream. Because people in dream bitten won't scream like killing pig. I dead pinched my own thigh, forced scream into a charming hum: "Mm... lighter... bite broken have to compensate money..." Damien movement paused. He loosened mouth, extended tongue tip, unsatisfied licked away blood bead on my neck. That action, erotic to death, also dangerous to death. "Really a... money fan." He low laughed once, killing intent in tone seemed lighter. Then, he waved big hand, pulled that damn eye mask back for me, blocked my sight. "Sleep." His voice seemed to have some magic. I originally pain spirit shaking, hearing these two words, eyelids actually really started fighting. Last thought before consciousness blurred was: This money, really f*cking hard to earn ah... Chapter 3 When woke up next day, I was woken up by Alfred. Sunlight sprinkled in through curtain gap, shining me a burst of trance. If not for two clear teeth marks on neck, I almost thought last night everything really was a dream. When Alfred saw wound on my neck, that face paralyzed all year round instantly colorful. Shock, fear, unbelievable, finally turned into a look seeing god. "Miss Mia, you... still alive?" I touched neck, pain teeth grin mouth: "Alfred, does this count work injury? Can reimburse medical fee or not?" Alfred mouth corner twitched once: "...Count." When walking out room, I specially looked at that big bed. Bed empty, not even a wrinkle, as if that cold corpse-like man last night didn't exist at all. But I knew he was there. This whole manor filled with his aura, that cold, aggressive cedar smell. When settling bill, Alfred handed me a thick envelope. I opened look, stunned. Not ten thousand. Is twenty thousand. "Young master said, this is last night's... tip." When Alfred said this, expression very complex, "He also said, Miss Mia's blood, taste not bad." My hand shook, envelope almost dropped ground. So I am selling body and selling blood? But looking at those red bills, fear in my heart instantly cured. Twenty thousand dollars! Don't say sucking two mouthfuls blood, even let him treat me as mobile blood bank, as long as not suck dry, I willing! "Alfred, I still come tonight!" I grabbed envelope, smiled eyes unseen. Alfred looked at me, want speak but stopped, finally just sighed: "Miss Mia, take care." Chapter 4 Next half month, I lived a painful and happy life. Daytime I am money spending little rich woman, night I am Damien's human pillow cum mobile blood bag. Damien seemed didn't expose my "pretend sleep" that night. He enjoyed this cat catch mouse game very much. Every night, he would appear on time, sometimes hug me sleep, sometimes bite me twice. And I found, this guy's body temperature is slowly changing. At start like ice block, now occasionally can feel a trace of human warmth. Most ridiculous is, he started chatting with me. Although most time is him talking to himself, or roasting "sleeping" me. "Today's stock fell, annoying." "Steak made by Alfred too tough, bad eat." "How this woman sleep drool? Dirty dead." I wearing eye mask, heart crazy roll eyes: Big brother, you dislike you don't hug ah! Also, I drool because dream eating roast duck, concern you what matter! Until one night, situation changed. That day I just lay down not long, Damien came. But his state today very not right. Breath disordered, whole body hot amazing, like a stove. He got on bed dead hugged me, strength big like want strangle me break breath. "Hot... so hot..." He painfully groaned, hot body rubbing back and forth on me. I strangled by him straight roll white eyes, thinking this bro is fever? Should we call ambulance? But remember "absolutely no sound" in contract, I can only endure. Suddenly, he fierce tore open my pajamas. Hot kisses densely fell, carrying a kind of out of control crazy. I panicked. This script not right ah! I came to sell art not body! Although he handsome I have money take I not loss, but this also too sudden right? "Mia... help me..." He called my name. Voice hoarse, carrying a trace begging. That string named "reason" in my brain snapped. This is sugar daddy! In case he burned stupid, later who give me salary? I heart horizontal, also not pretend sleep, directly reach hand push away his face, shout once: "Damien! You sober a bit!"
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