Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 88 - 88

The air around her changed and her pupils turned gold. She clenched her hand into a fist and punched the bag.

"Boom!"

It exploded into tiny pieces with just a warm-up punch, she looked at the bag and frowned.

"Ah...Useless."

"kill...kill..blood...kekeke..." these words whispered temptingly in her head, and a gold color appeared on the tips of her hair. She felt herself losing control of her other side, she took deep breaths with her eyes closed, reining in her bloodlust. The gold color on her hair tips retracted.

"Hm..." She opened her eyes, and the gold pupil returned to its grey.

Cyra sat on the ground, still feeling the thirst for bloodshed. She needs something to let off steam; sex, fight, and blood. These three things have to be satisfied or she will lose control of her cursed side.

Getting up from the ground, her face regained its calm. Walking down the hallway, the light flickered on and off, she moved to a dark secluded corner.

Passing through a narrow hallway, almost reaching the back of the house, she pressed a hidden panel on the wall, revealing a handprint. The panel confirmed her access and a trapdoor opened, and stairs unfolded beneath her. She walked down the stairs and the door closed forming a wall. Halfway down the stairs, the room lit up.

The room is spacious, painted black with chains hanging on the walls. She caressed the chains, her long fingers touching them fondly, she remembered how the blood taste changed when she tortured people.

Even after living through a thousand years of ancient vampire memories, she initially rejected it, overtime she grew numb to it all. Now, the taste of blood from tortured prey was like an intoxicating wine flowing down her throat. She licked her lips, reminiscing its unique flavor.

"Clang!"

The noise from the chains woke her up. She pulled the chain and found it in good condition, and that seller didn't lie to her, and on a table was filled with different sets of torture tools.

She admired her torture room in satisfaction, glad she told the builder to build a secret room at the last minute. Smiling playful- she couldn't wait for the first person she would use the tools on.

Her eyes turned in the direction of the staff quarters and flashed with strange light. She turned and walked out of the room and the light turned off on its own making the room seem more foreboding and gloomy.

The door closed behind her, and she walked back. Boredom washed over her, leaving her feeling apathetic. The night would be over soon.

She climbed up the stairs to her room, opening the door she saw Zane curled up but light was coming from under the covers. Walking soundlessly into the room as she always does, not making her presence known to Zane.

Opening the covers, slowly she heard a crunching sound Zane tried hard to muffle, his face was filled with crumbles of eaten snacks, and his eyes were on the drama playing on the screen.

She chuckled helplessly was she that harsh on him to eat in hiding? Zane paused the movie, feeling he heard something. His eyes darted furtively and choked when he met his wife's smiling eyes.

"Cough...I...cough... explain." He struggled to come up with an explanation, Crya kept staring at him with the same expression. Which made him give up, she caught him already, there was no use denying it but he wouldn't give so easily.

"Come on love, explain." Seeing him blinking cutely and innocently to her as if he doesn't know what she is talking about. Cyra saw what he was trying to do,

"Hmm~" She didn't say anything else and left his side, she started undressing.

Zane peeked at her face and saw it was normal, should he continue eating or not? But was was the meaning of that sound she made? He thought hard on it trying to see the inner meaning or hidden words behind it but thought of nothing.

He shook his head and played the movie, it was getting to the interesting part. He was watching a movie a dog blood drama filled with things he didn't know was possible so he watched it with interest, his face displaying different expressions vividly.

It was later when he suffered from toothache he knew what that sound meant.

Cyra walked into the bathroom, feeling the need to pamper herself today. She set the theme to a boundless dark space, the music was a mediating hum.

She drew a bubble bomb into the water, and set the temperature to cold, causing icy air to emit from the water.

Putting her pale legs into the water, she sat down with an air of ease.

Sigh....

Feeling water caressing her body she sighed in satisfaction, all her bones relaxed, if there was a glass of blood with her it would be nice.

She soaked in the water for thirty minutes and regretfully came out when she saw the first rays of the morning sun coming out.

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