Bab 75: Bloodthirst - The Second Act *

The moment she felt her back hit the table, a mild pain tingled through her body. A few cups and glass shards would neither scar nor wound her for long. Selene's eyes were still blood red, yet the ferocity and anger seemed faded.

'Ah... this damn bastard is treating me like a toy.'

She tried to use her arms to release the hand gripping her head, but his strength was immense. All she could do was struggle, slipping because of the sticky, frictionless blood. Her eyes looked around for any weapon, anything she could use to fight back. But no, her daggers were under the bed, and the table was empty. The only thing within reach was the broken cup beside the table.

The man's mouth opened once more.

'No... don't...' Her mind screamed—the pain of his bite was nothing compared to the pleasure it brought. Each time she felt him drink her blood, the resistance to it faded like water through floodgates.