Overdrive -Flashback-

"Get that thing away from me!" said the girl, trying to jerk away from her captors. Two men held onto to each of her arms, their hands gripping hard enough to bruise her pale skin. Her light pink button up blouse was ripped open down to her naval. Long, curly brown locks stuck to her face, which was streaked with tears and sweat.

The men forced her to her knees and she hung her head as another man approached her. His very aura radiated power. He had jet black hair which shielded one eye, the other glowed a gentle red. The girl shook in fear and finally all but gave up on her quest for freedom. She saw the man raise his wrist to his mouth and heard a sick squishing sound. Then the wrist was held out to her, dripping red sticky blood onto the floor.

The girl wasn't entirely sure what she was expected to do until the wrist extended above her head, She looked up at it, numb, blood dripping onto her cheek. The hot trail of droplets made its way towards her lips. She pursed her lips, determined not to let the blood pass through them.

This...this is some kind of sick joke, right? This can't be happening. Who are these people? Is this some kind of cult?

The man with the bleeding wrist nodded to one of the men at her arm and he pinched her nose shut. Her blue eyes widened as her panic kicked into overdrive, using up her stored oxygen in a few short moments. The pain, the pain in her chest was unbearable. Her mouth gasped wide open and the bleeding wound was pressed against her lips...

And then she looked up at her master with a smile in her eyes, blood running down her chin.