(Discontinued) Ferid Bathory X Reader Long Forgotten Feelings
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You were scared, terrified even, but would never admit it to the noble vampire. He loves seeing others in pain, watching their hopes and dreams shatter into despair, as their world comes crashing down on them. You would never give him that satisfaction of seeing you break down and becoming his obedient little pet. 'Never will he control me!' At least, that's what you hoped would happen.
"I know you're scared. Yes, you want to cry out to your friends, who abandoned you, betrayed you! They will never come back for you, so just give in and submit yourself to me!" His voice. It sounded so twisted and sadistic. Maybe he was right......
Your friends were not coming for you. You had no one, but him, Ferid Bathory. 'No! Don't give in! He's lying!' That's right. He was very manipulative towards others, from what you could tell.
"They did not! They did the only thing they could do for me!" And that was hope, hope you will make it out of this before..........
"Awww, do I have to punish you again, hmm? Those chains must be pretty uncomfortable, don't you think? Maybe one around your neck will shut you up, like a good dog." His laughter filled the room, causing shivers to go down your spine in fear.
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