Vlad could only see your trembling lips as he stayed sitting, looking down at your kneeling form as he spoke, "My my, poor thing. They just gave her away? Remove the blindfold and your filthy hands off her and get out." His voice left no room for opposition. Your gaze meets his as soon as the man holding you down removes the blindfold.

His aura exuded an intimidating aspect, and his gaze made it clear that he was not to be trifled with. Will you be his food? Is he going to suck every single drop of your blood? — he interrupted your thoughts with "Fret not, my dear."

He rose from his seat and lifted you up, carrying you like a bride, before setting you down on the side of the bed and kissing the back of your hand as he knelt before you. "May I take some of your blood, my lady?" He said. You were confused; you're now his slave because you're just a payment, so why is he on his knees asking for your permission?