“Okay, everyone gather ‘round. Just want to see how many of you are left.” Taylor says as he counts his remaining disciples. “Damn, there are only like 20 of you left. They're just first stage infected. How hard could that be?” Taylor exclaims, surprised at the losses.
“We haven't been cultivating long and have no resources. We only have the Flame Resolution Technique and the Gravity Scale technique… that you casually gave to us…” A woman says with some disgruntlement.
Taylor raises an eyebrow. “It can't be that bad, right? Have you guys been cultivating plants? Also, those techniques are super high quality; I also used them when I was weak and poor.” Taylor says, not seeing the issue. I guess a lot of them can't make it to the second stage because of the age requirement... Taylor thinks, recalling the shitty restriction.
“There hasn’t been enough time to cultivate any plants. Also those techniques aren’t compatible with a lot of us.” A man says, also disgruntled.
“Damn. Okay. Stop whining. Just stay out here for a while. I’ll call you into the house one by one to do an interview.” Taylor says, giving in to the unpleasant mood. They weren’t wrong though; Taylor was pretty irresponsible when it came to his students. “Also, I’ll say this once and only once; be as honest as you fucking can in the interview. I’m kind of a dick and I don’t mind neglecting all of you if it turns out you’re all a bunch of bitches.” He says before turning towards the house and walking to the door. “The hot women are first. Sammy, you’re up.” He says as he opens the door and walks inside, leaving the door open.
Sammy takes a breath and walks towards the house, closing the door behind her.
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“Alright. First question. Do you want revenge?” Taylor asks with a leg’s crossed and a notepad on his lap.
A nervous sweat appears on Sammy’s face at the directness of the question. “Revenge? Revenge for what?” She asks with an awkward chuckle.
Taylor raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you were enticed to be a blood thrall? Maybe revenge for vampires? Revenge for the patriarchy? Or revenge against me?” He says with a teasing smile.
Sammy wasn’t sure what to say and the words were blocked, unable to leave her mouth.
“Hey, Sammy. Relax. I’m not HR. I’m not going to fire you for being honest. But I will think lesser of you if you decide to hide behind a mask. Would you prefer to answer honestly? Or do you want to suck my dick and earn my approval that way?” Taylor asks with an evil smile. A BJ wouldn’t be bad right now. Taylor thinks as he leans back on his chair.
A flash of anger appears on Sammy’s face before it instinctively softens. But as she recalls Taylor’s words, anger once again appears on the surface. “You know what? Fuck you, Taylor. Why are you always walking around like you’re hot shit? I’m glad you don’t let us call you master because I’d gag at the idea. You walk around like you’re doing us all a favour when it’s fucking you who’s repaying a debt to us. You dragged us into that vampire dungeon with promises of money and an appealing lifestyle. Do you know what those words mean to people like us? Who grew up with so little? Of course we fucking want it. Why wouldn’t we want it? But the fault isn’t with us. It’s with bastards like you. Sitting on your little fucking chair, making decisions carelessly. Decisions that fucking affect so many people. I haven’t said it before, but I’m glad I’m saying it now. Fuck you, Taylor.” Sammy says with righteous anger; the words streaming out of her mouth as if her experience had already prepared them for expression. Sammy takes a few breaths to ease the emotions and looks fiercely back at Taylor.
Taylor smiles. “Awesome. That was great. Now you’re ready to play ball. So tell me, do you want revenge?” He asks, curious what her answer would be.
Sammy lets out a sigh and heaviness finds her eyes. “Why would I want revenge, Taylor? People like us, we don’t seek out revenge. We just want to make it to the next day. But there’s always an asshole like you, waiting around the corner, ready to pounce.” Sammy says with a weak voice.
Taylor looks at Sammy and sighs. “Alright. You’re a baller, Sammy. I’ll call you again afterwards. We’ll find a suitable cultivation path for you.” He says as he gestures for her to go.