Days passed by, and Zoran remained locked in the secret chamber with Fritz never leaving his side to closely monitor his condition. With how much his freedom was being kept from him, he almost felt like an experiment with what the man was doing to him. Currently, he was sitting before him who was obviously currently testing his appetite.
"Whose blood are these?" he murmured with a deep frown as he stared at the bottles of blood on the table before him. He could tell that they were fresh human blood, and he was really uncomfortable just looking at them.
"Just check them and see what will sate your appetite," Fritz snorted as he told him. "No point wasting time now."
Sighing, Zoran lazily looked at each bottle. Predictably, none of them really appealed to him.
"I don't like any of them," he murmured.
"Are you sure?" Fritz dubiously asked. "They're freshly collected, you know."
"Then drink them for yourself if you want," Zoran scoffed.
