Ugh... The iron chains burned on my wrists and ankles. It hurts... Every part of my body covered with blood. Thanks to those chemical, the bleeding wounds on my exposed body couldn't heal... My feet dangle in 3 inches from the ground, held by the tight chains on my wrists with nothing to support my weight. I can see the pig lying on the couch, snoring with a bottle of expensive whiskey on his hand while the whip that he used against me lied beside him. The sight of him is abhor-able. I decided to close my eyes and let my mind drift... Anywhere, anywhere but here...
Bang!
My eyes flickered open. What was that? Calmly, I adjust my ears to the source. I can here gunshots and screaming, from the ground floor followed by the thuds of bodies falling on the ground. I am certain of it as I have hear it just too many times, though the sound made by these bodies were slightly louder, heavier. Those must have been the pig's bodyguards...
Chuckles.
My eyes widened. Along the frenzy, I heard deep and melodious chuckles. The voice was both alluring and terrifying. I realized that the brawl has been taken to the second floor, just below this room. It's so fast. When will they reach here? Soon. I waited, my head turned on vigilant mode. Then I paused. Blood... The scent of human blood registered into my nose... Deprived and captivated for so long, my thirst has reached an unbearable level. My eyes turned red, dipped with pure lust. The invisible flames on my throat intensified. Every thought in my brain faded and replaced by one thought, only one. I need blood...
I gasped. The smell of blood drove me nuts. The chains around my wrists were burdened by my strength. It's cracking. My sudden strength never ceased until I heard a satisfying clank. Yes, I can easily break the chains if I put my mind to it. I didn't do it before simply because they are stronger. I might be as strong as fifteen men combined but there are over fifty here, including some well-trained slayers. It's not a wise idea to escape, but most of them should be dead or near-dead right now. Who could be this strong? The troops of slayers and bodyguards were all very strong and quick. It only took that person fifteen minutes to annihilate all of them. The thought was pushed out of my mind. I focused my sharp eyes on the pig. He's still sleeping... What a pig, he truly is. I wouldn't drink from him. His system was filled with that very chemical that could weaken me. I went out of the room, literally dragged my body weakly across. I stopped at the door. It's near... I gasped.
Bang!
I couldn't move, paralyzed.
Thump, Thump, Thump...
The sound of footsteps ringed in my ears. My mind quickly calculated a bubble of mathematics. The person or whatever must be a male.
Thump, Thump.
He stopped right infront of me. The 1 inch thick wooden door's the only barrier between us. My heart skipped a beat.
Hmm...
I heard him hummed, like he was deciding or wondering whether to open this door or not. I backed quickly away from the door, my eyes blurred. Oh no, you couldn't fail me now. Please, stay awake, Scarlet, STAY AWAKE! You were fine just a second ago! Wake UP!
Bang!
The door slammed open. The smell of blood filled the air around me in an instant. I slumped helplessly on the floor, huffing. I need blood... I can see a blur and dark silhouette of a man standing infront of me. He looked down at me.
''My my, how terribly hurt are you, child?'' his voice was deep and melodious with a mocking tone. The chuckles had been his.
''What a pig. He's drunk to a level that he didn't even know that his securities are all dead... There's no fun in that,'' he said to himself then sighed. The last thing I heard was the clicking of heels and the screaming of the pig who claimed himself as my 'father'. My eyes closed tiredly as my mind drift to pure darkness.