Right To Freedom

The comforting presence almost lulled her to sleep, giving herself in his embrace, when the reality came to her. Since her strength couldn't measure up to his, she opened her mouth, digging her fangs into his arm.

She hoped the pain from it would get him to let go of her. But that didn't even make him flinch even when the blood flowed out of it.

When, against her instincts, she was about to tear off his flesh, he reacted by pushing her down on the couch swiftly. As she laid on the cushion, he positioned himself to be on top of her.

He grabbed her hands and pressed his leg down on hers, trying to reduce her thrashing around. Ignoring the sparks ignited, she glowered at him.

"I am already mad enough," he said, "yet you keep challenging me."

"Fucking let go of me, bastard," she stated, "I have to get to work. I have no time to waste on this nonsense."

He smiled at her before extending his hand to the table, and in a matter of seconds, she felt a needle piercing through her skin.

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