"How would you feel about some company?" He asked me randomly, spreading himself leisurely across my bed.

"What?" I asked, caught off guard as I wiped the drying blood from my lips. Usually, he waited until I begged for it, fed me my fix, the relished in my defeat. This question was a deviation from the routine. I didn't trust it or him in slightest.

"There is someone I know who will be interested in meeting with you," He explained, a grinning growing across his face. "You'll have a good time, I assure you."

I doubt that. He and I had drastically different tastes in what a good time was.

"Do I even have a choice?" Each word was a bitter admission. 

He reached down and ran his fingers through my hair like I was a pet he owned. In a sick and twisted way, he did. And I couldn't even fight it.

"No, that's the absolutely wonderful thing my brave little fool. You don't." He finally stopped touching my hair. It had grown so long that now it fell straight into my face. "Mary will come later with attire for you to wear. If you behave well for her, there will be a reward for you before the meeting."

He left. With his presence gone, my body instantly relaxed and I laid down on the floor. This is what my life amounted to, this little room. In the beginning, I tried to keep track of the days but it was too difficult to differentiate days with the high-withdraw cycles I was subjected to. 

He liked to switch up when and how much blood he gave me. Some days, he forced me to ingest three times my normal amount while other days he refused to give me any at all. He liked to see what suffering he could inflict with the different doses. It was an amusement to him, that sadist.

Company though, huh? 

There's no way that it was that simple.  There must be a hidden agenda. Maybe he planned to dose me up and use my suffering to entertain an audience. Or worse--no, I didn't want to think of that right now, now when the blood was making me feel good again.

I curled into myself and closed my eyes listening to the quiet humming echoing in my head. I didn't come to until Mary was shaking me up.

"The Master ordered me to get you ready," she said helping me stand up. My legs were shaky— a side effect that I was used to. "And then he wishes for me to take you to the study."

"And what does the Oh Great One want me to wear to the Oh Great Meeting in his Oh Great House?"

"I have laid it out on the bed." I continued to stare at her and she sighed pointing over to the bed. My eyes followed her hand to what was on the bed. It was a dark gray, old fashion three-piece suit, completed with a nice pair of loafers and a white button-down shirt.

"Why, yes, there it is."

"Will you need help?" Mary asked.

"No, I think I've got it," I assured heading over to the bed and picking up the white shirt. I tried to unbutton it, my hands trembling. I cursed as I kept trying.

Mary laid her hand on mine and took the shirt away. "I'll help you. Get undressed."

Somehow, she managed to get me in that suit despite myself and damn if I didn't feel dapper. I couldn't stop grinning.

"My lady you have truly outdone yourself," I thanked with an awful attempt at a British accent and a bow. Mary quickly caught me before I fell over from the bow.

"But we have one problem," I said sobering up and looking her straight in the eyes. "I do not have a top cap. Mary, this outfit needs a top hat. The look is incomplete without one. And a cane. I need a bitching pimp cane."

"Perhaps you should lie down—"Mary suggested eying the bed.

"Mary, god damn it, this is drastic! There is no time for 'lying down' in a moment like this!"

She stared at me, pity in her eyes, but I didn't care. Everything felt too wonderful to be bothered by such things. Her trouble look got worst and she sighed, reaching for a teacup on my dresser and handing it out to me. This time she refused to meet my eye.

"The master said this is for you and that you should take it before I show you to the study."

I cocked my head and took it. It rattled continuously in my grasp, the red liquid splashing onto my hand.

"This must be a special day if I get it twice in one day!" I gave no thought on the peculiarity of it besides the exciting explanation. In one shot I downed the thing laughed, licking what had spilled onto my hand. Mary appeared in front of me with a napkin and wiped off whatever mess was on my face.

"Come." She took me by the forearm and began to walk me there. I more or less leaned right against her as she walked, my own strength too fleeting and my ability to focus on the task of walking to nonexistent.

"Do you know who we are supposed to be seeing? What if it is the Queen of England? Mary, I can't speak British English, how would I speak to her at all?" My voice was a high pitch squeal at the end. Tears prickled my eyes.

Mary said nothing. She stopped in front of the study door and knocked.

"Enter."

With that, she opened the door, pushed the staggering me inside, bowed, and closed it.

The smile had yet to cease from my face and I turned to face whoever was in the room.

"Oh thank god!" I sighed shaking my head. "You aren't the Queen of England. I was so worried."

"Kyle, why don't you join us?" Violet-eye gestured to the open seat on his right. He didn't even look over at me, yet I could tell his mood. Confident. Smug. Satisfied.

"Sure sure," I muttered as I stumbled over to the couch and none-so-graciously slumped into it.

"Now that we have a more solid understanding with one another," Violet-eyes went on, "I hope we can come to some agreement on how we can work everything at. You know my price. Yes or no. No negotiations."

There was a pause. He sure talked a lot. His voice sounded like Jaguar. I wonder what my voice sounded like?

"Excellent. The papers are right here. Sign."

It would be cool if I sounded like a humpback whale. Or maybe a kangaroo. Do kangaroos make sounds? Oh, I wonder if they can communicate to one another if they can make sounds. Or do they just like Morse code blink it up?

"Kyle, stay here and entertain our company, please. I'll return shortly."

"Can do," I said.

I felt him briefly run his hand over my cheek and then my hair.

I turned towards the company. "Do you know if kangaroos can make sounds?"

Eskil just stared at me, stiff. He didn't say a word.

Well it's defs passed the time I promised for the update (SORRRYY), but I finally managed to get another chapter out. Hope ya enjoy!