That day, Huron and the guards were still busy searching for Alvaro. By evening, there was still no sign of him.
Huron began to worry and deployed more guards.
Meanwhile, the person they were looking for was fighting for his life. It wasn’t exactly a life-or-death emergency, but it was filled with emotional turmoil. This update ıs available on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
His body was weak. Even if he wanted to scream, he couldn’t. Sweat drenched his entire body, making the ropes around his hands and feet feel even more torturous. His chest rose and fell slowly, his stomach muscles tight from being pulled in all four directions.
"He’s exhausted. You’ll kill him," said the figure sitting calmly behind the desk, surrounded by boxes of colorful candies. The man in glasses didn’t take his eyes off the book and pen in front of him.
The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of candles, but the man could still sit there writing for hours without being disturbed by the sounds around him.
Vlad, standing at the far end of the room, poured something dark red into his glass. He stared at the liquid for a moment.
"He won’t die that easily. I won’t let him," he replied, sniffing the drink and wrinkling his nose.
"How long have you been keeping this blood, Red? It’s rotten!" Vlad snapped.
The man with glasses—usually called Redert—just grinned. "I don’t have the space to make a slave nest like you, brother. Besides, Lilian will get angry if I bring even one person here."
Redert then looked at Alvaro. "Except him. Lucky for you Lilian likes you." He went back to his book.
Vlad smirked. "Who doesn’t like me?"
"Lilian is crazy. Only a crazy person would like a monster like you," Redert said flatly. He was used to his brother’s natur. They had been together for hundreds of years.
Vlad ignored him and set the glass of blood in front of Redert. "Drink it. I won’t touch it."
He couldn’t stand low-quality blood, especially rotten blood. He didn’t even want to know where Redert had gotten it.
Redert glanced at Vlad, who was wearing only pants, before returning to his book.
Then a faint curse came from Alvaro.
"Take care of him. Bring him back to the human world," Redert said impatiently.
Vlad looked at Alvaro, who was writhing, trying to break free. His movements only stirred the vampire’s desire.
Vlad walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Do you want to eat again?" Vlad asked, his hand stroking Alvaro’s penis, making the tip wet again. The smell of semen was strong.
"I have to go back," Alvaro said weakly.
Vlad leaned in. "We’ve just met, and you want to leave already?"
Alvaro glared. "I don’t have time for this. You’ve already tortured me. What else do you want?"
"Tortured?" Vlad traced Alvaro’s toned stomach with his fingers. "I didn’t even hit you once. How is this torture?"
Alvaro was exhausted but too angry to stay silent. "You call this making love? You’re a psycho."
Vlad chuckled. "But you like it. Look how much you came. You soaked Redert’s bed with your sperm."
Alvaro felt his face burn. He tried to pull his hands away, but the bonds only tightened, making his wrists turn red.
"You’ll get into trouble if I don’t go back today. The guards will be looking for me," Alvaro said. He was sure the four guards—if still alive—would ask for help once they realized he was gone.
And no one would suspect where he was now.
Vlad had taken him to a house in the middle of the city. When they entered last night, Alvaro had immediately recognized it.
He had thought he would find the friendly shop owner.
The shop owner was indeed friendly, but they weren’t human. The man in glasses—Redert, Vlad’s brother—was a vampire. And his wife, Lilian, was a witch.
Who would have guessed the colorful candy shop was owned by two strange creatures? Even if all the guards were deployed, they would never find it.
When he first entered, the shop was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. But after Vlad led him through a door, everything changed. They walked down a dark corridor lit only by candles along the walls.
Alvaro couldn’t remember how many steps they took before ending up in an underground room. It was silent. After spending a day there, he felt like he was no longer human.
And then came Vlad’s touch, his entire body was now red from it.
Alvaro conserved his strength. He no longer resisted; it was pointless. The more he resisted, the more brutal Vlad became.
A few moments later, cheerful voices echoed down the corridor. Alvaro recognized it.
She was small, with blonde hair and sweet features like candy. Her eyes were round, her lips red and wet. Her voice was high-pitched.
Several times a day, Lilian would scream at Redert, then have sex right there on the table—on top of an open book.
Alvaro was traumatized just by hearing her. His ears were forced to endure moans, groans, and giggles for half an hour at a time.
And don’t expect them to help him. When Vlad brought him here, they had already prepared a bed with chains and "cute" decorations—Lilian’s idea.
"Oh, he’ll look so cute wearing this," she had said last night, showing Vlad a pair of dog ears.
That was when Alvaro realized the vampire hated dogs. Despite having many of dog statues in his manor, Vlad clearly despised them. He had no idea why.
Luckily, he didn’t have to wear those ridiculous ears.
The truth was, all three of them were complete monsters. It would be easier to convince them to attack the palace than to let him go.
Lilian entered, greeting Vlad cheerfully before walking up to Alvaro and pinching his cheek playfully.
Alvaro growled in anger, his eyes narrowing. He hated being touched. Vlad was bad enough, but now this woman was making it worse.
Lilian only giggled. "Awww... I want a puppy too," she said sweetly. And yes—Lilian really was cute.
Vlad immediately interrupted. "Don’t even think about turning him into a dog. You’ll regret it." His tone was serious, like he had a bad history with it.
Being a witch, Lilian could easily turn a human into anything.
She giggled. "Alright, alright. I know you like him. I won’t touch."
Then she ran to Redert. "Honey, no more kids are coming. Watch the store, okay?" she said, kissing him fiercely.
Lilian had set up the shop to attract children—their energy kept her young. She wanted to live for hundreds of years with Redert.
Redert was used to her kisses. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, and the sound of sucking filled the air.
"They’re busy making decorations. No one’s coming to the shop," Redert said calmly.
Alvaro sighed deeply. He knew what was coming next.
When he looked to his side, Vlad was gone.
Had the vampire really left him here—bound and helpless—with this lecherous couple?