Resist

“I’m sorry, madam, but I already have a girlfriend,” you answer much to the confusion of the vampires, “and since I’m just a student I didn’t want to join a cult before graduation.”

“What the hell?” the woman growls angry and looks you even deeper in the eyes, “look in my eyes! Tell me that you love me! Tell me that you would do everything for me! TELL ME!”

“Aren‘t you a little old for me?” you ask with all the resistance you can bring on, “you look like you could be my mother. Well, apart from the murderous blood-sucking-thing you and your friends like so much.”

“Looks like your silver tongue has melted,” Gordon notes with amusement and licks over his sharp teeth, “Now my turn! Let’s see how much pain you can endure, little boy!”

In the next moment, you have Gordon's right hand around your neck. He lifts you up and presses you against the wall without any visible effort. The power of vampires is indeed remarkable, but you can hardly admire it when it's used to **** you.

“Master, is this necessary,” the young vampire asks nervously, “he is useless to us if he's dead.”

“Shut up!” Gordon snaps angrily and slaps the young vampire's face with his free hand, “you are nothing but a mistake. A disgusting reminder to me to eat thoroughly in the future. And you, boy, you will tell me the location of the beast. Otherwise, I'll crack your head and use your corpse as bait for the monster.”

“Ah, good old Gordon,” a new voice suddenly says, “always ready for some unnecessary ****. And you call other people disgusting?”