His cold and sarcastic voice broke the silence between us. "Your blood smells weak, slave. I originally came to feed, but seeing as the condition you're in, I will have to wait. I can't have something very valuable as you die." I cringed a little and held back a sob.
I wasn't someone anymore. I was a thing.
"Don't you know to answer me when I speak to you, slave? I thought you had learned your lesson. Maybe I was wrong." I could tell he was testing me to see if I would obey him.
Hoping my voice would work, I slowly parted my lips and responded. "I-I'm sorry."
The words were barely audible and came out hoarse. With each syllable that escaped my lips it felt as if someone were pouring sand down my throat.
The vampire's voice once again rang through the barn.
"I'm sorry, what, mutt?”
