This reminds me of back in high school when I first discovered Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey. Holy crap, am I glad I didn't resist! (I feel like there's a BDSM safe-word pun in here somewhere, but I'm feeling lazy today, I'll skip the obvious shot). But when someone foisted it upon me, and I noticed it was set in a vampiric dystopia, okay, I got curious and I couldn't resist :) STOP JUDGING ME! I usually don't read this stuff. I’m doing it so one day, others can live freer than me. When he ties me to his desk, whip trailing along the marble floor, I tell myself I’m enduring this for the Resistance. Power he can use to control the Republic, or that I can use to save humankind. He says my pain can give us both unimaginable power. Through pain, through pleasure, though I’m having a hard time these days finding the difference between the two. It’s not just the taste of human blood that drives him. But Victor–cold, calculating, cruel–has other roles in mind for me. As his personal Administrative, I can feed the Resistance valuable information on the Vampyrs’ plans. That’s how I wound up working for Victor Bressov, heir apparent to one of the oldest, most powerful Vampyr families. We humans live short and worthless lives fulfilling one of three roles, serving our Vampyr betters: Laborer, Administrative, or Donor. The Vampyrs have seized control of what’s left of Earth.
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