Mated To Valentine
Hunger is a monster.
It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out.
My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had.
The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it.
They starve me.
They drain me.
Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left.