Chapter ThirtyFive

Chapter ThirtyFive 

**18 Months Later**

‘So, what, he obviously came back for you or else you wouldn’t be here, right?’ One of the girls sitting beside me asked. I just shrugged. 

‘Obviously, but I don’t really remember anything. Living with vampires too long really fucks with your memory, especially when they start messing with it for their own gain’. I had just spent about an hour explaining who I was and where I came from to the darkroom full of girls, like me, who had been brought at the slave house for some rich elder vampire...

God knows why he needed so many. There were whispers that he killed his slaves and brought so many to make sure his house was constantly ‘’stocked&rs