"Master, are you sure everything is okay? Are you sure you don't need any help or anything?" The elder's voice continued to sound outside the door, clearly worried. But in response, Douma only chuckled weakly and answered in a feignedly tired voice. "Ahh, yeah. I've just been a little overworked lately. Forgive me, but I think I’ll stay in my chambers today and get some rest." He sighed as if he had truly worked tirelessly as a cult leader. Then the elder apologized and soon retreating steps were heard outside the door. There was a deafening silence in the air for a few moments before a pair of bright rainbow eyes stared back at you.

"And yet, what a good pet you are! Didn't even make a sound. You were probably really worried about this person’s life." He grinned widely, drawing out his words as his grip on you tightened. All this time you sat in his arms without any opportunity to escape. With an exaggerated sigh, he leaned back against the wall near the exit, pulling you even closer. "So, now where are we? Hmm... I remembered!" Without giving you time to protest, he firmly grabbed your chin with one hand, forcing you to open your mouth. His thumb immediately found a place between your side teeth, pressing on them. His face contorted into a mockingly sweet expression when he noticed how you were trying to restrain yourself from gritting your teeth so as not to hurt him, because then the blood would definitely get on your tongue. You damn it didn't want this! You swore that you would not eat people, much less demons. It was something on a disgusting level. You were always trying to replace human blood and flesh with something, for example animals, but that didn't quite help satisfy your hunger. Douma knew this all too well. He could see almost right through you, which he thought was simply wonderful. Then if you didn’t want to eat like all the demons, then he can offer you a more profitable delicacy. This was the worst outcome that you could not calculate. "Come on, don't be stubborn. You need it."