He looks up at me horrified as I hold my bloodied hand over his face. He clamps his mouth shut turning his face away from me.
"W-Wasn't it your blood that made me this way in the first place? I thought you weren't going to kill me. You lying bitch," he sneers out fearfully. I lock my fingers tightly into his roughly yanking his head back. How dare this lowly human speak to me in such a manner. "My blood is the poison, but also the cure. Now hurry and open your mouth before I change my mind,” I snap. Without further arguments, he opens his mouth. Squeezing my hand, I drop some of my blood into his mouth. Bits of my blood fall into his mouth and onto his chin trickling down his face. Once he is done drinking my blood, I pull away from him and head to the door. Opening it up, I turn to the guard. "Could you please have someon
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