As you sat on the operating table, waiting for your creator to come back, you had felt a sense of hunger lingering in your stomach. He took too long. Way too long. You were desperate for the liquid your creator had always given you whenever you were hungry.

Soon enough, he barged in the room with an enlightened look plastered on his face. A wide grin formed on his mouth, as he spoke in a husky tone. "What do we have here? My creation has awoken. Waiting to feed on me, I'm guessing?"

He laughed in a teasing manner, as he would trace the side of your neck lovingly.