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Eight

Ivan’s POV

I shook my head at the man’s hapless scream, the jarring sound searing straight to my skull and making it ring. I could feel a heading coming on, precipitated by my hunger. I needed to feed as soon as possible. It had been far too long since I had my last meal.

It may only be twenty four hours but I can’t remember the last time I went without blood for even two. I nodded at Archer, my second of sorts and he stepped forward, placing the hot iron rod over the man’s thighs.

He screamed again, voice hoarse from hours of misuse and struggled against the ropes that tied him tightly to the chair. I rolled my eyes at his screams and stalked up to him. Gripping his short chop of stringy hair, I yanked his head back glaring down at him.

“Stop that fucking whining before I really hurt you!” I hissed. He sobbed but clamped down on his screaming, making pathetic little noises like some wounded rodent. I shoved his head away in disgust.

“Please!” He rasped, practically hyperventilating
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