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Steam filled Mari’s nose. It was finally time to get fed on again, and she was twice as nervous as she usually would be. Usually, Asami would calm her down significantly, but that can’t happen now. It had been a two weeks since she talked to Asami, and it was making her sick. Mari could feel herself start to slip now. That feeling of addiction is starting to creep into her. That sickening feeling of getting drained followed by the pure ecstasy of the bite. Her mind was blow back to the steam hitting her face. She turned around to see the same young girl from two weeks ago. The rookie.
“Hello,” she said. Mari noticed that she was struggling greatly with the bucket in both of her hands. “Having trouble?”
“No.” She set the bucket down by the bath and tilted it so the water fell in without her having to lift the bucket again. She was learning one way or the other. Mari took the cloths from her hand and began to wash. The young girl stood trembling her, playing with the sleeves of the freshly cleaned kimono. Mari noticed that it was a snow white kimono with deep red sleeves.
“Do the bites always hurt?” the young girl asked.
“At first, yes. Why?”
“It just really hurt. It did feel good later, but it still hurt.” Mari noticed her body was shaking even more now. “I don’t know if I can get bit again.”
Mari pitied her, but there was nothing she could do. She knew that. She just chose to keep washing. The girl began handing her pieces of the kimono. Mari swiftly began wrapping her body in it. The guard that took her to the bathhouse seemed particularly irritated. No point in pissing him off further. The young girl moved to help her wrap and tie the sash behind her.
“What is your name?” Mari asked.
“Lina.”
Mari felt Lina tighten the sash. She slipped on the shoes and started walking toward the door. “My name is Mari. Good luck here.” Lina nodded.
Mari inhaled the last bit of sweet fragrances and steam before walking out of the room. Darkness immediately surrounded her. Needing time to adjust, Mari called out to the guard.
“Over here,” Mari turned to her right and stared at the guard waiting outside the door. He still had a pissed off look about him. “Let’s go.” The guard walked down the hall. Mari still couldn’t see. She was forced to follow him using her ears and listening to the clanking of his armor. Usually, the guard would light torches so the slaves wouldn’t slip. Apparently, the Masters have night vision. It’s not a requirement that they light torches for the slaves, but most of them do anyway. Unless they’re in a bad mood or something like that. Like this guard seemed to be.
Mari fidgeted with the edges of her sleeves. She knew what time it was, and she could never prepare herself enough for it. She still had flashbacks of the last time. The vampire’s cold, almost lifeless fingers grasping around her body. The helplessness. The loneliness. The fear. She thought about turning around making a run for it, but she knew better. There was nowhere to go. The guard is too close behind her. Even if she bothered trying to run, she knew it was pointless. It scared her every single time she came up here. She stopped right in front of the door to her new client. Looking up, she saw numbers but couldn’t really make out what it was. After cursing her inability to read, she felt the guard behind her pressure forward. It was definitely times like this where having her crucifix would come in handy.
“Get in,” he demanded — this voice cold.
“Yes, my master,” she replied. She gave a steady bow before opening the door.
“Mari,” the guard announced. Mari stared at the woman in front of her. Shock riddled her face. It was a woman!
“How often do I see a woman come in here?” Mari thought. Even then, they always want males!” Nothing made sense. Very rarely, did a woman would want another girl. Usually they came to change it up a bit after their usual diet of blood from high ranking officials. Still, Mari couldn’t help but be entranced by her beauty and gracefulness. She wore a white cherry blossom kimono that wrapped around what appeared to be a very slim body. The vampire stuck a slender arm from out the kimono and made a ‘come here motion’ with her finger.
“Come here, my child,” she said, her voice almost in a whisper. Mari didn’t know what to expect.
998 times.
998 times and she had never had a female client. It weirded her a little, yet exhilarated her. Mari didn’t know what to expect, but she felt compelled to go forward.