The scent was intoxicating, primal, and irresistible. Damien's breath hitched as his eyes locked onto the thrall standing silently before him.
She was watching him with a blank, subservient expression, her pale neck exposed, and her pulse faintly visible.
The hunger surged again, more potent this time around, and Damien could feel his self-control slipping, the chains on his mind breaking just as the physical ones began to creak under the force of his struggle.
He gripped the chains tighter, his muscles tensing as a surge of blood energy coursed through him. The hunger was overwhelming, relentless, gnawing at him from within.
He tried to resist, to push it down, but every fiber of his being screamed for blood. The evolving Sanguine Arts pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, now laced with the dark energy the Sire had infused into him.
