章 112: Cindrella slave- Part 3

Penny stared down at her hand where she held the white porcelain teacup, the red liquid looking somewhere pink after it was mixed with milk with repeated stirring of the spoon.  She was sure she wasn't going to drink it but so was Grace who stood to wait for Penny to drink it. 

"We don't have all day. Drink it quick girl. It isn't something you haven't seen," said the older vampire. If Penny was allowed to glare she would have done it already and if given more privilege she would have made the vampiress drink the blood. Then she remembered the time when Grace had twisted her arm painfully. Thinking about it, she wondered how she was going to get through this.

She doubted any human ever willingly tried drinking blood unless their mouth bled. Less having blood mixed with milk made her stomach twist. As much as she didn't mind that vampires drank blood to survive, Penny wasn't into drinking any blood. If Grace thought she would drink it, then she was so wrong.