[ he'd been doing.. alright up until now, mostly from the sheer shock of the experience. being alive, being in a strange place and marked to submit-- as if he hasn't been submitting all this time, yevgraf's plaything, his dog. he'd thought, he'd hoped that it would be over. dying in yuliy's arms hadn't been a bad way to go, even if it had hurt to leave him.

but here he is again, healed, in this hellish existence, plagued by the incessant, tormenting thirst. and now he's expected to submit not just to his maker, to the man and the people that had taken everything from him, but apparently to all and sundry.

the mark on his throat is as good as a brand.

watching the woman kneel for her partner makes bile rise in his throat, an itch like ants beneath his skin. how many times has he been forced to kneel? who is going to hold his leash now? the demonstration is a short one, but he's breathing unsteadily by the end of it anyway, vision spotting at the edges with the anger and panic threatening to rise up in him, tightening his chest. before they've even officially been released from the workshop, he's turning on his heel, slim, scarred form practically shoving people out of the way to get to the exit.

he doesn't stop until he's outside the building, the cold air stinging his face as he takes a deep, desperate breath. ]

i've heard that people come back from the dead here missing memories, is that true?

i saw one of these posts earlier from someone claiming to be a vampire. are there many here?