𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. - - 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖+; 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

𝐣𝐞𝐮𝐝𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐱-𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐚̀ 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐪 𝐚̀ 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞.