On the other hand, Myra was still n***d.
The Maestro stroked her head, clearly satisfied with what he saw.
‘You are thirsty, yes?’ he asked.
Myra nodded, even though she wasn’t thirsty, she was hungry. A scary hunger for blood.
The Maestro clapped his hands twice and a servant appeared by the bed. It was one of the mute humans that made up the castle staff. This particular one, Myra knew quite well. He was one of the men who had acted cruelly towards her when she was a candidate.
‘Now, I’ll show you how to feed,’ the Maestro said ‘later we will go hunting. You, undress’.
The servant began to immediately take off his livery. Myra remembered his perfect build. She remembered all the times that this man with no voice had sodomized her until she bled, had whipped her and had punished her
