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invisible.” He tenderly kissed the spot. “Come, you need to eat. I want you again before midnight, all of you. Your blood is like a rare vintage. If I took enough, I know I could get drunk.”
    I cringed. It’s not comforting to hear your vampiric captor talking about your blood like it’s a fine wine, waiting to be uncorked.
    He moved his hand to the back of my neck and propelled me out of the bathroom, back to the leather couch, and flung me back down onto it as if I were a fleshy throw pillow. I laid there. What was the point in moving? He would position me whichever way he wanted to anyway.
    “ See, you can learn.”
    Oh, fuck off.
    “ Your language needs to be greatly improved. It is rather nippy in here.”
    He walked out of my line of sight, but I could hear him talking to whoever it was at the other end of the dumbwaiter before he turned his attention back to me.
    “ Do you know what first attracted me to you? You were so out of place in that gay bar. You were in physical pain, you were in a three-piece suit that had seen its best wearable hours between nine and five, and you were furious—no, I would say you were seething. I could only assume that you were having a very bad day.”
    And you made it worse.
    Marcus laughed, and then popped back into my sight, leaning over the couch.
    “ And I made it worse. Or did I? Do you really hate all of this?”
    He ran his hand down my spine, dipping into the shallows before taking the deeper plunge and thrusting a finger inside of me. I hissed in agony. Too much in too short a period of time. Marcus frowned and withdrew his hand. Then he leaned lower over the couch and kissed me gently. That was so not him. What the heck was going on?
    He spoke as if he was reminiscing. “Of course after I saw you in person, so lost and hurting with that sparkling, beautiful mind, I knew I had to have you, so I changed plans and drugged you instead.”
    What did he mean that he changed plans and drugged me instead? Instead of what? I couldn’t get up my courage to ask that question.
    Marcus raised his hand, fanned his fingers, and pressed a small spot on the large gothic-looking ring he wore. A needle-fine lancet popped out. He looked at the little weapon, admiration now in his voice. “I used nothing too elaborate; I find the old tricks are the best tricks. Once it had done its work, I just stuck my hands in your pockets, wrapped your legs around my waist, and carried you out.”
    In other words, you made me look like a drunken slut.
    “ I wondered how you carried me, when I weighed so much at the time,” I said. “I bet the bar patrons were questioning what a pretty guy like you was doing with a fat slob like me. Probably thought you were taking me to one of those ‘who can bring the ugliest date’ parties.”
    Marcus nuzzled in close to my neck. “But you were never ugly to me. I could see the beauty of your soul beneath those layers of fat. I had to have you, no matter what it cost me. And your mind—it is complex. I had to have that too. And…You just called me pretty! You think I’m pretty?”
    Damn it! No, I‘m not going to let you have that satisfaction. Never.
    He sighed with disappointment and bent into my neck again, just to be there, I thought. What the hell? I had hurt his feelings?
    “ If I had known for sure that it was your first time, I would have waited until you were awake. There is something thrilling about the awakening of a virgin hole. If I had known, oh the debauchery I would have planned for you. And I would have been much gentler, really. Though, that still might be on the agenda.”
    Oh, God. Don’t we do enough as it is?
    “ When you are as old as I am, what you have experienced is just the frost on the tip of the iceberg. You will come to love sex, as much as I love my Sex.”
    There was a soft ding as the dumbwaiter locked into place. I’ve searched this entire area, and the only opening that I could find was the elevator shaft for the