Page 38 of Scorned

With minimal blood, our muscles go rigid, causing sharp pains to shoot through them. Our brains become clouded with only hunger. And after a while, when the hunger is too much to bear, the anger sets in leaving us dangerous to even the people we love.

That was the state I was currently in. Complete vexation.

Pure, unadulterated fury.

Click, click, click, click.

The doc’s high-heeled shoes hammered in my ears like the beat of a drum at a funeral. Every time they tapped against the white marble floor, I wanted to rip her throat out and drain her dry. Visions of me bathing in her blood wavered in my mind as she made her way to her rolling cart.

Am I in hell?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

I glared at Dr. Cuntface, watching her scroll on the computer, skimming through research data.

Amy glanced over her shoulder at me with an eager expression on her face. “I got great news on my research today, Luka. One step closer to Venezuela.”

“Only great for you.”

I thought how satisfying it would be to shove my thumbs in her eyes when she rolled them.

“It’s great news for everyone when we have a medical breakthrough.”

I snickered. “The doctor says to the lab rat.”

With a heavy exhale, she rose to her feet. She had her blonde locks tied up in a high ponytail today, and it annoyed me watching how much it swayed when she made her way toward me. Between that and the sound of her heels, I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming obscenities at her.

She stopped next to the table with tight brows, which caused a big fat crease on her forehead. The egotistical part of me wanted to remind her she made an anti-aging cream using vampire blood, so maybe she should think about using it for herself . . .

“How can you not have any concern for healing others? Or children, for that matter? How can you not care about them?”

“I do care about human disease and would donate blood or anything you need for research, but on my time. Not like this.”

She crossed her arms. “That’s not how it works.”

“Fucking obviously!” I snarled through gritted teeth.

Her eyes darkened, narrowing on me. “Did you scream at me?”

After enduring months of torture with barely enough blood to keep me alive, I’d reached my breaking point. If it were possible, I’d rip her throat out to keep from hearing her talk.

My anger took over, causing the sensation of veins being filled with blood to scurry across my face. A large hiss left me, my hungry fangs elongating at the thought of draining her dry.

“I’m fucking tired of listening to you run your mouth about how amazing you are while ruining people’s lives! Ruining my fucking life!”

She showed no emotion while I had my first meltdown since being here, but inside those evil blue eyes was a small twinkle. A darkness brewing which said if I didn’t shut the fuck up, I was going to regret it.

She uncrossed her arms and raised her hand, pulling the examination light closer to me. “Say you’re sorry.”

“Fuck you, cunt!”

Her eye twitched for a split second at my insubordination before she quickly regained her composure. “I don’t appreciate the tone.”

She flipped the light switch and instead of the super annoying bright light she regularly worked with coming on, torment silenced me.

The UV light sent searing pain through my eyes and I closed them tight. The horrendous smell radiated into my nostrils seconds before a loud scream broke free from my throat, drowning out the sound of my sizzling flesh.

What felt like an eternity later, she turned off the light and the pain stopped.

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