Feeder

When I was younger, I would go by the name Sophia, long before the abuse and blood taking started, and long before this life was forced on me. Sophia was just a child, but I am old enough now to understand and know better. I was once Sophia, but having a name seems so personal. Having a name means that this is real, this is something I cannot escape from. Having a name means I matter, but outside of these four walls, I don't even exist. Only my blood does, travelling in the back of a chilled transport truck in a town or city that I will never get to see.

Now I only go by the title O293f, or O positive #293 female in their technical terms. If I'm lucky, I even get a cute nickname like 'useless bitch', or my personal favourite 'whoring blood bag!'

Sophia is dead and has been for years.
I've started to pray that O293f dies too.
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O293f knows nothing of the world outside of the cage in which she is kept. Nothing she has belongs to her. Her body, soul, and blood are all controlled by Eran; the proud owner of the
Black Goblet, Arkseanne's most popular feeder farm.

O293f is just another number in the millions of humans who are enslaved to feed the creatures that need blood to survive.

O293f wants nothing more than the suffering to end, that is until the day a vampire walks into the Black Goblet; one who will change her life.

She just wants to live, find herself, and be free of the cage that she spent so long confined to. But through love and loss, betrayal and torment, and the world seemingly working against her, is that even possible for a girl who was only created to bleed for the benefit of others?

[Trigger Warning] abuse, strong language, violence, s/a, death, suicide, slavery, mental illness.