Ajai stared blankly at the wall, trying to imagine what life outside this miserable mansion was like. Sometimes, through the windows, he caught glimpses of green grass and wondered what it would feel like beneath his feet.
For now, though, he tried to ignore the vampire on the other side of the room drinking from a man that Ajai saw as the only father he had ever known.
Ajai lay back down on his cot and pretended to be anywhere else. At least, sleep offered him a moment of solace.
Solace from knowing that he was a vampire's blood slave.
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