Thirty Three

LAST LIFESTYLE

Westley's pov

"The bitch got me good," hisses Xander, sounding like anlittle bitch as Jasmine cleans his wound. The Luna bitch

Mecca got his ass good alright, leaving one long and bloody claw mark behind on the left side of his face. We are currently inside of one of the many lounge areas at my penthouse.

The Luna Bitch Mecca somehow managed to break free from her chains and attack Xander on the way from the

airport, which is strange as fuck. The bitch shouldn't even had the strength to lift her head, let alone attack one

of us.

Nicklaus and I have been doing pretty well at keeping hernweak. We have starved her to death, made sure she

stayed dehydrated and shoot her ass up with a lethal amounts of silver.

The bitch should have been dead in my opinion.

"Don't be a pussy," I joke, taking another sip of my drink. Jasmine blood taste better than whiskey as it touch the

back of my throat. That is one of the reasons why she is my chosen whore. The taste of her blood makes my