(Lotor needed for caring but cruel vampire master please read rules.) • • • Humans now hid in fear of many things; but now the world was overrun by vampires, humans had gone into hiding to stay safe, trips outside resulted in having to be quick; for if they were caught, humans were either taken to banks to be used as live feeders or auctioned off to be vampires’ personal blood slaves. Stories of vampires tormenting humans for their own gain was a common thing that was heard if someone managed to escape the vampires, Other times they’d hear how the humans were used as a toy. They never knew if or when the vampire would feed off them, but they were kept constantly in a weakened state, kept in fear at the thought if the vampire would choose to kill them next time or tease them. Humans were slaves to their fears, unable to escape, yet living in constant Hell. ~ The Cuban male was excited at first to be chosen to go out, to get supplies; although, at the same time nervous he had lost his best friend and father because they went out to get what they needed and took too long. Lance knew he was fast but he still worried; he knew he had to return to his mother and seven sisters, he knew failure wasn’t an option. He put up a brave fight when confronted by the hunters; but of course, Lance was no match for vampires. Soon enough, he found himself bound and gagged, being forced to hear the talk of how he was a pretty catch; would go for a high price at the auctions. So now Lance sat as he felt hands caressing his face, commenting how sweet he smelled how pretty he was; he would be a perfect toy or blood slave. “I’ll take him right now.” One voice cut through the crowd, “I’ll pay quadruple what you are selling him for.” Murmurs of how rare it was for Lotor, the Crown Prince, to come to such low, petty auctions echoing around the area. Next thing Lance knew, he was picked up and half drug, half walked out of the room to what he guessed was a car. He heard someone climb into the seat next to him, then felt a collar being hooked into place around his neck; the smooth leather chilly against his skin. “Now, little pet, why don’t you tell me your name?” Spoke a smooth voice. An instant later, the gag and blindfold previously depriving the young man of his senses were removed. “Fuck off,” Lance snapped, ocean-blue eyes narrowed in clear defiance at the silver haired male seated next to him. • • • Pc SinfulHime on Twitter