CHAPTER 8

He watched as her head fell back against the chair as the girl fell unconscious. He had today that there was a part of him that was slightly impressed that she was able to make it this long. At least that was how he felt. He let out. A sigh from his lips as he shook his head at the thought and tried to keep himself composed.

He turned to the side and looked towards Trent before gesturing for him to move closer. “I want her packed up and put back in her cell. One meal for today. I don’t need her dyeing on me just yet, I haven’t gotten enough blood that I want. I am going to need more. “ he said and he watched as the figure beside him trembled slightly as his hands shook. He wondered what it was but he didn’t bother to say anything to him.

“Well, I wanted to ask you, sir. how much longer are you going to keep her here.” He asked and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth at the sheer audacity of the man. “It doesn't matter what I want. You will do as I say. .now pick her up and so as you a