𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

二十七 | 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

adulation (n.)
adoration. worship.
admiration. devotion.
reverence. favor.

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 」
𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

꧁꧂

The darkness of the night was stifling, and as (Y/N) lay under the sheets in Ferid's bed, she felt even more swallowed with how tightly he held onto her. His grip was so hard on her waist that she was sure his hands would leave behind a bruise in the morning, already wincing at the idea and the coming pain as a result. Fumbling with her fingers curled inwards to her chest to distract herself from the silence, she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to go to sleep.

Unfortunately, sleep did not come.

She was trapped in this moment that seemed never ending in a sense.

And it was dreadful.

In hindsight, she didn't know how much more of those she could take. After all, she knew that Ferid had no need for sleep, so he likely was still awake and still mulling over the day spent with Crowley. His mood seemed foul upon the Thirteenth Progenitor's arrival and departure, and for the life of her, she really couldn't figure out why. From what she scantily remembered from the anime, Ferid didn't seem to despise Crowley as much as he does now, and the very fact puzzled her greatly.

It's probably because Crowley's spending time with me, and Ferid feels threatened by that.

The 'why' factor is what's puzzling.

Maybe he doesn't want me to think I can escape? Or... maybe he just wants to keep his 'precious little pet' all to himself?

Her frown turned bitter.

Whatever.

I don't really care.

"You're awake, aren't you?" Ferid breathed softly against her ear, the very action making her stiffen, and when he felt that, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Always so jumpy, aren't you? Probably afraid I'll devour you without a second thought, correct? Who knows, especially if your blood is truly getting sweeter as I am theorizing it is..."

(Y/N)'s breathing halted.

Knowing him... I can't really tell if he's being honest, or just an asshole.

Fuck.

    "Honestly..." he continued as he began to toy with her chain, forcing her to wear her collar even when she was sleeping in his bed and he could just as easily stop her from escaping with his faster reflexes. "I don't understand you as a concept. You're but a human, so naturally, all you should be is my little pet. If your blood hadn't been rotten at first, you would have been less than that to me. It's so very intriguing how things have shifted..."

    Swallowing thickly, curling her fingers into fists, (Y/N) willed herself to relax, but such a thing was hard when being held by a predator.

    "What makes you like this?" Ferid murmured against her neck as he somehow invaded even more of her personal space, his fangs sliding across her flesh in a tantalizing manner that shot sparks of both fear and something else throughout her body—not that she acknowledged this other feeling. "Why can I not help but feel drawn to you, hm? What makes you so enticing to unravel? Surely there must be something that I just haven't seen yet..."

    She awkwardly cleared her throat.

    "Well?" He hummed. "Is there?"

    Licking her lips, she murmured out, "I am not sure, master... apologies."

    "I suppose you wouldn't know, would you?" He sighed, clearly displeased by her answer yet making no move to punish her.

    Not knowing what else Ferid wanted, (Y/N) could only stare blankly into the darkness where she presumed the wall was after he fell silent, once again fidgeting with her hands nervously as she wracked her brain. She honestly wasn't sure where he was going with these nonsensical questions and mundane ramblings, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know. She tried not to think of the way Ferid was pressed against her, or the way his face was buried within the crook of her neck.

    Never had she realized this fear before.

    Her life was placed solely in his hands in that moment where he could either choose to tear out her throat, or keep his touch gentle.

    It left her trembling.

    "You smell sweet," Ferid murmured, his fangs pricking at her flesh and making her wince. "Far sweeter than I can recall. I guess it is true that your blood is changing for the better..."

    With that said, he didn't hesitate to use one hand to move her head and the other to hold her firmly in place as his lips parted. He could feel how warm her body was and how her blood thrummed in rhythm with her heartbeat, a tantalizing sonnet that was singing his name. Slowly, he bit down, ignoring the way (Y/N) cried out softly in pain, instead savoring the taste of her blood as it flowed over his tongue and flowered in his mouth. This taste almost seemed to make every single drop of blood he'd drunken before pale in comparison. Pulling away after only a few moments, he swiped his tongue over his teeth and smiled.

    "Yes..." he uttered softly, brushing a lock of her hair out of her face. "You certainly taste sweeter. Makes me want to have a drink every day."

    (Y/N) stilled.

    Every day...?

    Wha— How—?

    No!

    Squirming in discomfort once again, trying her best to put as much distance between her and the ravenous vampire that called himself her master, her efforts were only in vain as Ferid kept an iron grip on her. He was more amused by her actions more so that anything, sliding his tongue along her neck to catch the last few remnants of her intoxicating blood that was now trickling from her wound, something that wracked her body with shudders.

    "Don't worry," he chuckled softly into her ear, relishing the control he had over her. "I won't kill you, if that's what you're worried about."

    (Y/N) held her breath.

    "No... I want you to stay with me forever."

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