Damien clenched his jaw and his fists as hard as he could as the insatiable hunger began to crawl under his skin.
His body was screaming at him to grab that vial of blood from Kenneth's hand and gulp it down in one shot. However, a sliver of his mind was yelling at him to withstand the bloodlust.
"Damien, your aim is to resist the urge. Don't let it control you," Kenneth was speaking in the background. However, all that Damien could hear was the unclear murmuring noise.
Damien's blood-red eyes were fixated on the vial. And his breathing was getting heavier and heavier by the second.
It looked like his mind was torn between snatching the vial and running away from the room. He was visibly in pain because of his indecisiveness at the moment.
Damien even forced himself to turn his leg towards the door.
