CHAPTER 9A roaring thirst woke Abby up. She gulped, but her throat felt like sandpaper.
There was a scent on the air.
A scent that made her salivate.
Blood.
Abby looked up, her eyes followed the red liquid flowing down the tube towards her open mouth.
It smelled so good—she parted her lips in anticipation, ignoring the video of herself talking in the background.
Finally, the blood was at the end of the tube, and dribbled into her mouth.
Abby closed her eyes, surrendering to the taste, allowing it to sate her thirst.
Her heart thumped in her chest. It felt great to drink blood. Her limbs were getting stronger with every drop, her mind sharpening.
But after three mouthfuls, something went wrong.
The taste became too intense. The blood too rich with … something. Was the cranky patho
