Colin
I watch them as they drag a total of eight men into the room, all of different sizes, and heights. I watch them as they give each of them a glass of my blood. I watch them as they drink it.
Do they want me to watch this?
I don't even know why.
I hate this so much but I can't do anything about it. After a couple of minutes, I wait to see what will happen but they are all still the same. The man that took my blood is talking to them, telling them how much they will enjoy the after-effects of the blood and how it will make them feel. I look up and the people in the room above are still watching like they are also waiting for something to happen.
I watch him as he gauges the reactions of the men, as he secures their compliance with his demands, and as he quietly watches them drink my blood. I watch him as he begins to tell them what they can expect, how much greater their physical prowess will be, and how much stronger they will feel.