Chapter 3
The dark figure watched as the man fed from the host, a young, homeless woman who had offered her body in exchange for a few paltry dollars. Not that she meant it the way it was happening, but she wouldn’t remember, once the feeding was completed.
“Enough.” The dark figure pulled the man away, then wiped the woman’s memory and sealed the wound on her throat.
“Please, Zoran,” the man pled.
“No. How often must I tell you? You must learn to control yourself, now that you’re feeding on your own.” Zoran touched the man’s restraint, a thick cuff around his ankle, attached to a chain which let him move a few feet from the bed, but no farther. “This will come off when you have, and not until then. Do you understand, Scott?”
“Yes, Zoran.” Scott greedily licked the last drop of blood
