"Oh my, you are so bloodless. Simply now, you have been so satisfied with my touch."
"I am feeling disgusted with myself..."
Raven spoke bitterly, grateful for Isabella's life for the primary time.
But this saviour had no self-attention and pointed her hostility closer to Raven.
"You're my servant, you understand, why did you provide yourself to this faux!? Show a few backbones!"
Who the fuck is your servant? Before Raven may want to retort, Trisha already reacted to Isabella's words.
"Hey, what do you suggest through faux?"
Trisha crossed her fingers and glared at Isabella.
Isabella's phrase preference had struck the synthetic human's landmine.
"A faux is faux. No, be counted the way you cover yourself as human, do not suppose you could lie to my vampire's eyes! To save you sucking the blood of lowly trash, my type excels in distinguishing people from non-people."
