Puppet

Jeremiah and his friends being the considerate assholes they were led me to wherever it was we were headed through town leaving me in my clanging chains to open display for everyone.

I was profusely sweltering under the hot sun and the heavy chains I had to pull along didn't in any way make it easier for me. My hair matted to my head fell in stringy strands around my face, I was sure I stank heavily and it was a wonder Jeremiah and his friends hadn't mentioned it.

I was pressed with the intense need to pee but having had no liquid intake, the need hadn't been bothering me enough to make me do it on myself and for that I was grateful. I would never be able to get past the shame of urinating on myself.

The weakness I felt was so deeply embedded in my soul that I could not even afford to look up and notice what was left of the town but I knew people watched me unabashedly and from the crowd, the smell of vampires strongly perforated the air.

It turned out our destination was Damon’s home