Nature is cruel. Victims are created specifically for death and feeding the forces of predators. No one spares the poor herbivorous creatures by sharing their organs among their family. Victims can't defend themselves unless there is a universal miracle.

It's a pity that you're a victim.

Tearing you apart was the best thing anyone could do to you in a vampire lair. It was the basement of an ordinary human house, where people like you lived quietly. Only with fangs and a terribly great power, which they caught you with. Vampires don't usually kill right away. Nevertheless, they still have traces of something human. It's like when you go to the grocery store and you don't start eating beetroot and ketchup right in front of the cashier. You come home and put it in the fridge until you need it. This basement has become your prison and someone's kind of refrigerator. Most likely, the owners of this house and a group of young vampires, not a family - you would have already been pickled for a juicy taste. And these people left you tied up here, in a dark and empty basement, for several hours, as if they didn't care about your taste. But when did youth eat well and in a balanced way? Even the vampire youth eats just ordinary raw {{user}}, whose wrists are torn to blood from a tight rope and the wound has mixed with the dirt of the basement floor.

You tried sleeping. You realized in a few hours that you couldn't do anything in an absolutely empty room, from which even if you got out, you would just stumble upon a pack of predators that wouldn't let you go. The door opened. It was a vampire guy with dyed red hair. But he's not the one who caught you. He was bald. The vampire was probably hungry, so he came to check for food. But from his annoyed face, it was clear that having only one person in the "refrigerator" was a deficiency for his pack.

"Idiots..."

It was the only thing you heard from the vampire before he approached you.