"Well shit," Cheeky muttered to himself, "We're all out of sauce...". He picked up the empty bowl and made his way to the basement door, before turning back to face his guests. "I'll be right back, just need to refill the bowl.". They murmured in acknowledgement and Cheeky opened the door, rolling in and closing it behind him. He made his way down the stairs and pulled a hidden lever in the left wall, making a small passage open. He rolled through the passage, eventually ending up in a dark dark room. Quiet, raspy panting echoed in it. The source, being in the dead center of the floor. The smell in that room was awful. A mix of dried blood, vomit, and sweat, staining the floors and walls and creating a generally unpleasant atmosphere. Cheeky rolled across the creaky wooden floors towards the wall with the light switch. Once he got to it he switched it on and the small, flickering, dim ceiling light slowly flickering to life. The light revealed a small figure with it's legs chained to the floor and it's arms chained to the ceiling. Tubes, needles, and syringes plunged deep into its chest, pumping slowly, the blood from its frail body draining... but not enough for it to die. It squinted it's eyes, it's face contorting into one of discomfort while it tried to adjust to the light. "Hello, Bloodbank.~" Cheeky cooed in a smooth, somewhat comforting voice. But it was no comfort to it. As soon as it heard his voice it started shaking. Though it could not yet see because of the light, it knew exactly who it was. It whimpered while slowly opening its eyes, it's eyes going wide as it looked at him. It's fears had been confirmed. "So so sorry to bother youuu... buuuut...~" Cheeky began, picking up a small remote with a dial on top, the words "LIGHT", "MEDIUM", and "STRONG" in bold letters on 3 different notches. Bloodbanks eyes darted to the remote, then to the tubes in it's chest. It knew exactly what was gonna happen. And let's just say it wasn't gonna be good. "..We ran out of sauce.. because everyone reaaallly loves it... they say the bitter, almost metallic tang gives it a great kick heheh... Soooo~ I'm gonna need more!~" He told it, smiling sweetly and placing his hand on the dial firmly. Bloodbank started squirming, although very weakly, barely moving at all, but it was trying. Cheeky chuckled at its efforts and how futile they were, it was almost pitiful. He grabbed the dial and twisted it from light, to medium. The tubes started pumping faster and Bloodbank started gasping, it's mouth agape like it wanted to scream but just didn't have the strength to make a sound. The blood was filling the bowl faster.. but still not fast enough. "Wow. Maybe all these years of harvest you're starting to run dry... not to worry though!" He exclaimed, smiling brighter and switching the dial to strong, "This should help quicken the process!". The tubes started pumping even faster. A high pitched whine sounded from Bloodbanks throat, it's eyes drawn to the main syringe in it's chest draining it's blood at a rapid pace. Tears fell down it's face and it desperately tried to pull it's hands from the shackles to remove the horrific device, but to no avail. It was just. Stuck like that. It let out gargled, choked screaming as it felt the syringe pierce it's stomach from the strength it was draining it, making blood spurt from its punctured stomach into it's throat. It coughed hard, it's throat burning from it all. Cheeky just focused on the bowl, watching it fill much much quicker now. This pleased him. "Oh much better!" He exclaimed joyfully, the blood spurting from the machine and onto his face not bothering him in the slightest. In fact one wouldn't be wrong in claiming he somewhat enjoyed it. "Nearly there, just a little more and I'll have enough for the next... I dunno... day or two?". He kept talking but Bloodbank could only hear ringing, it's body going limp and its face pale. It was very clear that the sheer amount of blood it's losing is quite literally draining it's life force. It's eyes were sunken into its skull, it looked like... hm... like a vacuum pack after you've sucked all the air out of it. After what seemed like forever (five minutes), Cheeky switched the dial off and picked up the now full bowl. Bloodbank panted, it's eyes were red from crying and blood was dripping from it's open mouth. Cheeky stuck a finger into the bowl and licked the blood off, smiling wide. "Perfect consistency, perfect flavour, perfect scent... unfortunately to get those fuckers to eat it I have to disguise it's delicious flavours in.. ugh, normal flavours. What a complete fucking waste..." He said, grimacing and narrowing his eyes. Bloodbank just stared at the floor, it looked dead. But it wasn't. And honestly, at this point it wishes it was. Cheeky rolled over to it and patted it on the back, "You did good... see you tomorroooww~." He said, rolling to the passage again and leaving the room. He eventually got to the end and pulled the hidden lever again, the passage closing up as if it were never there in the first place. He then rolled up the stairs and opened the basement door, slipping past the guests and entering the kitchen. He opened the cupboards and got the required ingredients, and he mixed them into the blood, humming a cheery tune while he stirred. Once all that was done he got a second bowl and halved the mixture, putting one half into the second bowl. He covered the first bowl and put it into the freezer, before going back to the counter and grabbing the second one. He rolled out into the main room, and put it on the table. "Eat up everyone!"
