«N-Not sure this is appropriate…» I mutter timidly.
The sight of her bloodstained torture tools churns my stomach.
I weigh every word carefully—I don't want my blood added to the mess.
There has to be some law against this... right?
A rule that forbids vampires from torturing another vampire's familiar?
I desperately pray such a rule exists, but I can't be sure, so it's better not to risk provoking her.
«To your kind, we're nothing more than animals forced to fight for your amusement. I don't know how things work here, but in our world doing indecent things with an animal is… kind of illegal,» I add, trying to buy time and, if fate allows, dissuade her from carrying out whatever she's planning.
It's not that the idea of having sex with Sasha disgusts me—quite the opposite, since she's undeniably an incredibly seductive woman.
But the real issue is the context.
She isn't even my master, and for all I know this could be considered a betrayal of Ayra.
