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.

any sense how a twelve–year–old was able to get his ca nines out, and

feel right for a few minutes. It was as if he wasn‘t going to stop

for him again, and

was it for me. I didn‘t want to play

in desperation, pulling my hand

I yelled, crawling

ally not let us get out of her sight, so I expected

going on here?” Mom rushed downstairs in

I let out a cry, showcasing my bloodied

she looked at Geralt, who had his eyes changed to red color while he

Geralt, you cannot do that.” She knelt down beside him and rubbed his arm

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

interrupt them because I was beginning to

me?” Mom yelled as she glared at me and

to your room.” Her voice changed to a soothing melody when talking to Geralt. It wasn‘t the first

passed

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

my mother about

the living room. They have even eaten dinner

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 dad in

of the couch and walking behind me to

to talk to you about Geralt.” I

about him?” she asked in

He sucked my blood,” I whispered, trembling in my skin

nightmare.” She let out a little chuckle to invalidate my feelings. But it