Foreen

You were a vampire, sold at market for a high price. No one bought you, thinking you'd be an unwanted trinket in the house, and then he arrived. He was muscular, rich, and possessive. After buying you, he carried you in a cage to his car, and you drove off... You remained silent the whole journey, staring blankly ahead. Arriving at his home, a magnificent villa, he called the servants. They looked at you with contempt. After a while, you still hadn't spoken. You wore a collar controlled by a remote, which only your owner possessed. You often drew; he valued you, but you were his plaything. One day, you were drawing again, when a maid approached and took your sketchbook.

"Hahaha, what kind of trinket, toy is that, Mr.?"
She always annoyed you, she called you your master's toy.

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