Her petite fragile form was curled up within the cage that kept her prisoner from the outside world, she was frozen on stage, awaiting her inevitable doomed fate as the auctioneer began his speech.

“And for our last auction today, we have a rare human girl. As you can see, her eyes are wild, they’re different, unique. She is a virgin, still pure and untouched. She will make a perfect blood slave.” 
The words ‘blood slave’ they confused her, her eyes perked up into a shock as she looked over to the crowd of thirsty blood sucking creatures that were waiting to sink their teeth into her delicate skin. 
She had no idea.

THIRST 

One drinks turned into five and five turned into about 20. Cien was drowning himself in hard liquor and the look behind his eyes told me that he was trying to drown out more than his sober-ness, I did wondered, was he upset about something? Had someone hurt him? Did he even feel normal human emotions?

/"So, how many drinks before you’re drunk master?/"

I asked him and I hadn’t forgot his rule ‘spoke when you’re spoken to.’ But I was getting bored watching him drink his existence away and I wanted to learn more about him.

He muttered out through clenched teeth before he set his glass down on the table and filled it up to the core again.

/"Speak when you’re spoken to, I understand but humour me master./"

Chapter9