The stare from Akira felt like a brand on Janice's flesh, pressing her into the ground to the point that her knees were starting to hurt through the layers of fabric. She was but an ant running around under his eyes, his calm yet deadly demeanor emanating from such a small body.
Akira blinked slowly where he sat. "You have had your fun?" he asked almost like a parent to a child, instead of their true master-servant relationship.
"Y-Yes, I have, Sire. Thank you," Janice said breathlessly. Ever since she had experienced the full capabilities of the gifts she'd been given, her respect and fear for Akira had risen exponentially. All it had taken was a few generous draws of the blood coursing through his veins for Janice to completely transform her life.
"I know your thoughts, Janice," Akira said as he peered at her.
