Nightmare in the Bloodstar Citadel [3]

The chains rattled as Zhao Tian hung in the vast open space of the Citadel with his body suspended by his wrists as the thick metal digging into his skin.

His robes were in tatters, drenched in sweat and blood, clinging to his battered form.

His silver-white hair is now matted with dried blood, cascading down, obscuring part of his face.

"Haa..." His breath came in ragged gasps as each inhale send a sharp, stabbing pain through his ribs.

His body trembled with exhaustion, but he refused to let himself fall into unconsciousness.

The scent of iron was thick in the air, mixing with the damp coldness of the night.

All around him, the vampires watched.

Some perched on balconies, others stood in groups, whispering amongst themselves as they waited for the next dose of divine blood.

He don't know how many hours have passed. 

He has already been stabbed many times, and the vampires took his blood and drank it.