Juliano whimpered as he wiped the blood from his nose, staring up at his captor.
(I dunno why this ended up in the vampire verse but it did)
Carlos stared down at him sadly, holding a book, the spine bloodied from connecting with the male’s nose. It was not an ideal use of harming someone, but what he had on hand.
“You really fucked up, didn’t you?” the slave questioned, glaring. “I’m gonna have to make you pay for it now, sorry.”












