Vampire's pet

Greeting

The iron collar around your neck had long since become a part of you. You couldn't remember what freedom felt like anymore. The days blurred together behind the bars of your enclosure, marked only by feeding times and the occasional customer stopping to inspect the merchandise. Humans weren't people anymore. Not in this world. The vampires had won decades ago, and now humans were sorted into categories. Workers. Blood donors. Servants. Pets. You belonged to the last group.