Tasting All My Mates

255-The House Of Horror

*Warning: This chapter contains mild abuse and torture*

Maynard’s POV:

Years Ago

“Where are you taking me?” I asked my brother as he kept making me run after him.

“Don‘t raise your voice, somebody might hear us,” Geralt whispered as he held my hand even tighter and ran downstairs with me.

“Are we going to the basement?” I asked, not understanding what the hell was going on.

“Yeah! But just to play a game,” he uttered. My 8–year–old self didn‘t get my brother‘s desper ate need to take me to the basement.

I followed him silently after he told me we were going to play games in there. Once we had reached the basement and he had locked the door from inside, he sat me down on the ground, facing me with a weird look on his face.

“What game are we playing?” I asked in confusion.

“Give me your hand,” he asked as he pulled his hand out. I thought the game had started, so I gave him my hand. He brought it near his face and smelt it.

“I am going to taste your blood,” he then whispered, and my body shuddered in response.

“What?” I let out an awkward laugh, thinking he was pretending to be a monster.

“It will not hurt, don‘t worry,” he promised.

Before I could even protest, he dug his sharp teeth into my hand and started drinking my blood.

a twelve–year–old was able to get his ca

a few minutes. It

him again, and he

I didn‘t want

yelled in desperation, pulling my

game,” I yelled, crawling back and away from

mother heard my cries and rushed downstairs to check on us. She would usu ally not let us get

here?” Mom rushed downstairs in haste, watching us with

I let out a cry, showcasing my bloodied hand to

eyes

knelt down beside him and rubbed his arm to calm

feeling better than ever,” Geralt smiled at mom, who pouted sadly

I’m not feeling well.” I had to interrupt them because I was beginning to

at me and slapped my hand away to not show

talking to Geralt. It wasn‘t the first time she had chosen him over me, but this

took him upstairs while I passed out on the ground from feel ing low on energy and

later in my bedroom. I had a bite mark on my hand, which reminded me of what happened

my room to complain to my mother about Geralt. What he did really

them watching a movie in the living room. They

Can I speak to you for a moment?” I inquired of my mom, making sure she didn‘t walk to my room with Geralt or Dad behind her. She gets super angry if I involve my

me a still stare before getting out of the couch and walking behind me to my

to talk to you about Geralt.” I was shaking when remembered the incident from the

about him?” she asked

I whispered, trembling in my skin out of fear of my

You must have seen a nightmare.” She let out a little