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Offering no resistance now, he guided her blood-starved body to the basin, ordering her to drink the blood within. Vacantly she complied and he noticed she looked much healthier by the minute as she drank.
He didn't notice a shudder that went through her as she finished drinking the basin dry.

Sepredia felt locked inside her own body, a small shred of her will left fighting against his spells. The spells were very strong, she set about picking some of the smaller ones apart that protected the main spells on her. All she could think of was revenge, this was not the life she wanted, living off the lives of others, it sickened her. The desire for revenge drove her, giving her the willpower to break apart the spells, her "master" never once thinking that his spells would need refreshing so soon. He never suspected until it was too late.

Standing behind him, she was in the perfect position, drawing her hunting knife that was still tucked in her belt, she slammed it into his throat. He tried to fight back, but the damage was already done.
She raised her knife above him and whispered to him before dealing the final blow that would end his life. As he slipped into the void, her words echoed in his mind.

"I will never be like you."