(Viktor’s POV)
My head is hazed as I open my eyes. I look around and I am in my room. My head is pounding.
“What the f**k happened to me last night.” I whisper to myself.
“You lost control again!” Anton’s voice startles me. He’s sitting in the armchair in the corner of my room. He looks pissed. I sigh.
“Do you know what you did to that bartender?” He asks.
“No, Anton I don’t.”
“You strangled her, ripped her body apart and drank her blood, but not before taking a bite out of all of her organs. The only part of her body left intact was her face Viktor!” He says angrily. I roll my eyes.
“You know what today is right?” He asks. I wish I could tell him the answer, prove him wrong. But I don’t even know what day of the week it is. I look at him, and he shakes his head disdainfully.
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