Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1203 His Blood Slave (Crystal’s POV)
I hadn’t expected this development. But considering what he had done to me so far, I quickly understood what he was about to do next.
“F*uc*k off, you damn vampire!”
I struggled desperately against my binds, but they only seemed to tighten even more around my wrist. I soon felt a stinging pain, and I knew that I had cut my skin.
Lee grabbed me by the jaw and tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck. “Stay still, now. I promise, you will like this.”
Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I hated feeling trapped and helpless. I would have preferred dying in a fight.
Rather than be turned into a vampire, I’d rather die an immediate death.
Lee paused to take in my miserable expression, his lips stretching out in a satisfied smile. “The more pain you experience now, the more joy you will feel later. Don’t worry, I don’t expect gratitude from you. You werewolves are a savage lot. It’s much, much better to be a vampire. Class and elegance are imprinted into our genes.”
“Class, my a*ss! You’re despicable monsters who only know how to take advantage of those who are weaker than you! I refused to be reduced to such an unprincipled creature! Just kill me right here and now! If you even have the guts to do so, that is.” I was getting hysterical, and my body was on fire. Every muscle in my body was throbbing with pain.
“You want to die so badly?” Lee sneered. “No, I’m not letting you. You will pay for your insolence, and I know just the right punishment for you.”
In the next second, he sank his fangs into my neck.
The metallic smell of blood filled the air as the red liquid spilled out from the punctures in my skin.
I couldn’t help but scream. The pain overrode my reason, but it was momentarily. Soon, it was replaced by a surging wave of pleasure. I felt like I was high up in the air, floating in ecstasy. It was so much more bliss than I could handle that I burst into another bout of tears.
I felt an overwhelming desire to feed Lee until I was spent, to offer every last drop of my blood to him.
But the joy soon gave way to emptiness. It was as though I had been suddenly thrust into a dark void. I stared blankly at the roof, unable to form a coherent thought.
I no longer cared who I was, where I was… what kind of situation I was in.
I felt my body temperature drop. Perhaps death was upon me.
After what felt like an eternity, Lee finally stopped. My eyes started to focus, and my mind gradually became mine again.
Lee lovingly stroked the wounds in my neck and smirked. “See? Didn’t you enjoy that? I told you that you would love it. You will become my blood slave. You will completely surrender yourself to my control, and you will answer my every beck and call.”
I felt like time was moving in slow motion, like I was wading through thick mud. I could barely make sense of what he was saying.
Lee licked the smudge of blood on his lips. “It’s delicious, by the way. It’s a real pity that I can’t s*uc*k you dry. I’ll have to take care of you if I want you to serve me for a long time.”
I was grasping for something in my mind, anything, really, that would give me back my sense of self. As soon as I did, the symbol he had drawn on my skin burned.
I had no warning, I was unprepared.
I wailed mournfully and tried to curl into myself. I just wanted to drop to my knees and shut the world out.
“Relish the pain!” Lee thundered. “Enjoy this burning sensation! Use it to wash your filth, and you may enter the world of joy!” He spread his arms out wide and laughed maniacally.
I couldn’t even speak. The burning feeling coursed through my body, and I had the vague sense that my body was a living creature itself, separate from me. Then, the burning reached my heart.
The pain multiplied tenfold. But Lee didn’t seem content with this, because he began to chant another prayer. Whatever incantation he had cast, it gave me a splitting headache.
“Stop! Be silent! Stop speaking!” I screamed until my voice became hoarse.