"A type one will die if not fed daily, they are the greediest of the entire group. Go get me some fresh cow blood, you are to feed him three times a day." "Three times? That is one more then the last one, can he really drink that much in a day?" "Yes, but he will probably puke for the first couple days." Overhearing them, Asmo was confused why they were feeding him cow blood and why it was unusual to eat three meals a day, it was making no sense to him at all.
Hearing glass tinkering and footsteps that were getting closer to him, Asmo waited with high tension. "Relax this is good for you, here try a little first then you will understand." Opening his mouth a little Asmo was cautious but aware of his situation, he had no way to fight back and they were giving him the option of trying it first instead of forcing him. As the first drop touched his mouth he tasted blood, which he expected but afterward the feeling next was completely new. "See it tasted good, I will feed you slowly. Move your head when you want me to stop, or go back to pouring it in." Tasting the blood Asmo as it filled his mouth Asmo was feeling pleasure like he never knew, he was happily drinking blood from the mysterious man. "That went better than expected, good job not puking any of it Asmo. We will leave you on the table until you are a tier three, so get comfortable there."
"Eric is my assistant who will be in charge of feeding you, he will also be your handler. If all goes as planned then you have your vision in a month, so unless you want to stay blind for life it is your interest to not cause issues." Nodding his head as if to say he understands Asmo realized bitterly how he had no choice but to do as they said. He began vowing to himself to never again be placed under the mercy of another, his personality unknown to the world changed that day for the worst.