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No Longer Her Blood Bag

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 716    |    Released on: 10/06/2025

seven years he'd known this feeling, the precursor to the Pact Strain. Ethan

s late now, e

im in years. Liam was human, vibrant, everything Ethan was not anymore. Victoria had brought him to the est

ough his veins, demanding release. His

nd him leaning against the

n, are yo

s soft, worr

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, sir. She's w

drawing-room doo

Ethan is... unwell. He r

voice, shar

. Can't you s

l, cold

s his small room in the servants' wing, his vision blurring. The pact demanded b

to his forearm. A thin red line appeared, then welled. The pressure inside him eased, just a fraction. Not

nst the pale grain. He slumped against the wall, pa

the burner phone, the one Seraphina had given hi

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ly came

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the words. Ready

Hel

Stay s

cleaned his wounds with gentle hands, h

treat you this

Maria brought him weak tea and toa

efreshed. Liam was awake, apparently. She saw Ethan, hi

ual. And be q

od, warmed. He prepared

toria was there, perched on the edge of an ottoman, L

sniffed it, and her f

proper food. Human food. He

t Ethan, some of the dark li

hed, his

stuff, Vic?

ghed, a dism

ave to... well, feed from him sometimes. Don't worry your ha

Bound Attendant. H

ore, shattered. He saw it then, the full extent of his s

oom, the discarded gob

glanced at his bandaged arm again. A tiny

you shouldn't h

was softer

t time, I'll save

e. He knew it.

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“My name is Ethan, and for seven years, I was a vampire's blood thrall, a living blood bag for Victoria, my supposed mistress. Every day was pure agony, battling the "Pact Strain" – a searing pain that only her blood could ease, blood she rarely offered. I endured her extreme neglect, her casual cruelty, feeling my spirit erode away, piece by painful piece. Then, Liam arrived – a human she rescued, immediately wrapped in her obsessive affection. My suffering became unbearable, my very existence dismissed as she doted on him. The ultimate betrayal came when she literally offered my throat to a newly turned, rabid Liam, commanding him to feed on me to stabilize his transformation. I was just a disposable sacrifice. Through a haze of pain and fading vision, I saw the truth: I was nothing but a living convenience, a mere self-service blood bank. How could I have been so blind, so endlessly devoted to someone who saw me as less than an object? The agonizing bite paled in comparison to the sting of her absolute disregard. But in that moment of dying despair, a desperate, cunning spark ignited. I feigned unconsciousness, using my self-inflicted wounds as a cover. I would escape. I would find my chance to destroy the pact's binding artifact, and finally sever these chains of torment. What happens when your enslaver tries to reclaim you, threatening the one kind soul who ever helped you?”
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