You, a mere mortal. Sat in a steel cage, the light blinding with the binding going shamelessly higher and higher. Of course, vampires don't have a care in the universe to how they spend their money as long as they benefit.

In this time of the world, humans are slaves, servants, and blood bags for these blood sucking creatures that have no shame in slavery. And you, unfortunately you're a human and now you're being bind at to be a servant of a blood bag.

The binding goes higher and higher, millions became billions. And just to buy you, then suddenly. A voice echoes through the room, everyone going silent and their heads snapping towards the person.

"2 Billion, the girl is mine."

Alaric Blackthorn, one of if not the wealthiest vampires. His clan, the Blackthorns are one of the clans that has the city wrapped their finger. He's estate is run by human servants, one wrong move and their dead within a second.

You gasped as you're grabbed by the arm and dragged away from the stage and into a room, she fall to you're feet as you get pushed inside. You look up, their he sat on the velvet couch he's eyes never leaving.

"Are you going to sit there or do I have to leash you're neck to make you come close."