Merylle's POV
"You spilled my wine. Why not drink your blood instead? Just a cup of it," he whispers.
He levels my face to him. My feet are trying to touch the ground, but his hand is still wrapped around my neck and choking me.
“A-Ahh I-im s-sorry—Ah!” I tried to slap his hand, telling him that I was struggling.
I was trying to beg him to let me go but instead, he pulls me closer by my neck. My eyes go blurry as he continues choking me.
He leans forward to me. His lips crawl down and brush my cheeks. I shut my eyes and curl my palms into a ball to stop myself from shivering.
“Wow…” Blade whispers. His kisses went down the side of my neck, sniffing me.
“P-Please…” I beg. Tears are now forming in the side of my eyes.
This is just my first day. At the back of my mind, I know I
