At the mention of fire, my stomach churns. But I dare not voice a protest. You're actually pleased with me, gazing at me with something like pride. Also, you licked blood off me, instead of biting me. Clearly, you're letting me keep my last meal, which I see as a reward. Feeling ridiculously relieved, I wonder why I care so much about winning your approval. Then I stop wondering. It's been a long, tortuous night and I've just fed. My body feels strangely heavy and the need for sleep is overwhelming. I sway before you with droopy eyelids. "Master? I feel so tired. Do vampires need sleep?"
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I'm a wicked, vile, horrible and perfect man. - the Savage, during one of his more modest moments.
"I'm a sex addict - it's my cross to bear." - from "The Blades of Glory"
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