Paranoid
Anastasia didn’t have much appetite even though the breakfast looked delicious. She rested her chin on her hand and played with the teacup for a while.
‘Maybe I should have asked the maids to prepare the bath first. Maybe then I would have had some appetite.’
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“Oh, I have such a big appetite today!” Down in the punishment room, Caspian was now sitting on a chair while holding a glass of blood.
He was gleefully watching Bart as his blood was being drained from his body. And because of the lack of blood, Bart’s body was slowly turning into ash-grey color. His young-looking skin from before was now all wrinkled.
Caspian swirled the glass and inhaled the sweet aroma of human blood. He took a sip and moaned, “Mmm… blood never tasted this good.”
He licked his lips and went and stood in front of Bart. He made Bart smell the aroma and taunted him while making his lips touch the rim of the glass, “Do you want a sip or two to heal your wounds, old man?”