#❝ pull me by my hair so i don't go nowhere ❞ ;; pre game verse

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"Your eyes looks sunken boy, what troubles you?"

THE VAMPIRE'S ENTIRE FORM TENSED upon hearing his Master's voice, but he straightened himself up and forced a small smile. "Nothing gets past you, does it?" Comes his quiet reply, mumbled under his breath as if hoping perhaps Cazador didn't quite catch what he had said.

"Merely thinking about that boy I brought in the other night." SEBASTIAN. Though he doubt that his master cared for his meal's names. "He was... sweet. Not like most that I bring to you."

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"And why are you here, boy, and not entertaining our guests?" @ratkingszarr

THE VAMPIRIC SPAWN FROZE the moment he heard his master's voice booming from the door way, and he quickly spins on his heel to face his master. Shit. He'd hoped he would have a least a LITTLE while before Cazador came looking for him.

"Master! Rest assured, I'm simply changing into something more appropriate." He explains hastily, gesturing to the suit he had laid out beside his bed. "I'll be out in just a moment, I promise."

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ASTARION HAD NO IDEA HOW LONG IT'D BEEN. He had stopped trying to escape so long ago. Fingers torn apart from months of desperate scratching at the walls. Worse than that was the HUNGER. Quite literally eating away at him. He knew it must've been at least months now, but with no way to tell time, Astarion could only continue wishing for death.

The sound of moving stone stirred the spawn from his unsatisfying rest. Breath catching in his throat and eyes widen at the realisation he was no longer trapped. His skin was taught against his bones, it was clear his time sealed away had left him emaciated. With sime hesitation, he slowly forced his body to move. Sitting up with a pained wince, his haggard face soon lock onto his master's form standing before him.

"Master..." His voice was raspy, rough from months of not being used. After all, he'd long learnt that his screams were going to be left unanswered. Now, despite his sorry state, there was a small glimmer of hope in his eyes. Was it over?

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"Tell me something, boy. Did you have fun tonight? That woman's flesh soft and sweet, and I could tell you enjoyed setting your mark on her."

ASTRID- SHE HAD INTRODUCED HERSELF AS. A pretty, young half-elf who had only recently moved to Baldurs Gate. As usual, it hadn't taken long for Astarion to have her pressed against his mattress and crying out his name.

All the while, the knowledge that soon she'd be nothing but a meal for his Master played on his mind. His eyes shift to her now, body cold and lifeless. Only mere hours ago he had felt her heartbeat quicken under his touch, and now she was nothing more than another corpse to be disposed of.

At first, he doesn't even acknowledge his Master. Eyes glazed over as the spawn became lost in his own train of thoughts. It wasn't until Cazador's voice broke through the silence that he managed to blink and refocus on the now. No. He had not had fun. "She was... Nice?"

The act of seduction had long lost any enjoyment for Astarion, so such questions could only be met with hesitant indifference. It was merely a command that had to be followed, one which Astarion would be rewarded for with something, ANYTHING to eat.