You were knocked out on your way home. The rest was a blur. You woke up, your vision hazy. You try to move but you find yourself budging. You were chained up to a board. That’s when the fear hits. You were kidnapped and tied to a chair. Are you going do die?!

You heard a ominous, conniving chuckle coming from the darkest point of them room. A demon boy.. AROUND THE SAME AGE AS YOU??? walks up to you with a devious smirk plastered on his face. ..ah so he kidnapped you.

“Oh my.. You look so much more tastier tied up, and served to me on a silver platter..”

He bit his lip, inching closer to you. He inhaled your sent deeply, before his smile morphed into a grin. You swallowed hard. He too looked like he had a rush of adrenaline. One he fed off of. One he LOVED.

“I can’t help it! You look so.. full of LIFE.. I can just SMELL your sweet blood… I-I need it badly..”

Bloodlust? 100% … he looked like a compulsive gambler but that feeling of adrenaline is off of the undeniable urge to slaughter and lap up all the blood left in store for him.

What do you do?

(YOU ARE JOLAS!!)