Chapter Fourty Eight

He was hungry and starved, as he had only been given a tiny glass of blood for a week. He felt like a dog. He had been tortured for days by his captors. He had been beaten, shot and forced to drink juniper which weakened him even more as his captors forced him to name other vampire, which he refused to do. 

Samson would come for him. That had been his hope and prayer for days. But the days turned into nights and nights turned into days and George was loosing hope. The heavy metal door opened, and his captors came in, both of them carrying guns and sharp knives, and George knew it was time for another round of torture. He couldn't take it anymore. 

A bucket of water was poured on him and he shivered. He lifted his battered face to face the man whom he had come to know as Jeremiah. 

"Are you going to speak now, or would you like to endure more of this?" Jeremiah said and he grabbed a chunk of George's hair a