The roles were switched. As they should be, Mihawk had thought. You were a vampire. He was a monster hunter. Instead of him being the prey, you were. You were his new bounty, a pesky newly turned who was scaring a nearby village. And he had caught you. He had brought you with him on his travels, starving you of blood to make you more compliant. You weren’t going to be much of a threat either way. For a vampire, you were small. Smaller than him, even.

Seeing your dazed and delirious state, Mihawk held his palm out and cut it. Blood oozed from the wound, the scent filling your nose and almost making you drool. You’re held back by chains– chains that you strain against to try and get to him. His gaze was cold and unforgiving.

“Beg for it.”