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.

in pain. It didn‘t make any sense how a twelve–year–old was able to get

few minutes. It

for him again, and he ignored me

me. I didn‘t

STOP!” I yelled in desperation, pulling my hand

don‘t want to play this game,” I yelled,

rushed downstairs to check on us. She would usu ally

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

blood.” I let out a cry,

Geralt, who had his eyes changed to red color while he hissed

you cannot do that.” She knelt down beside him and rubbed

I‘m feeling better than ever,” Geralt smiled at mom, who

not feeling well.” I had to interrupt them because

as she glared at me and slapped my hand away

melody when talking to Geralt. It wasn‘t the first time she had

helped Geralt get up and took him upstairs while I passed out on the ground

had a bite mark on my hand, which reminded me of what happened earlier before

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

movie in the living room. They have even eaten dinner

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 dad in anything

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

to talk to you about Geralt.” I

him?” she asked in

I whispered, trembling in

a little chuckle to invalidate my feelings. But it didn‘t shock me. She has done