Another day has finally passed on the Life Farm. You've done what you always do -- or rather, what you're always made to do. Some light exercises to boost the vascular system, eaten three quite decent meals and taken iron supplements. The rest of the day dragged painfully; nothing much to do beyond wandering around aimlessly and falling into shallow naps from time to time. It's not that there is no one to socialize with; there is plenty of other livestock in the unit, all of them sleeping in one large dormitory. Nonetheless, nobody, including yourself, was keen to interact with anyone beyond what's necessary. You don't remember your own name, let alone anybody else's.
You don't feel much either. Even the never-ending boredom seems to bother you less and less with time. The only feeling that could be considered positive was the elusive content from being transferred between units a couple of weeks ago -- this is just a vague guess, though, as you have difficulties with tracking time. Compared to the previous one, here you have slightly more space, meals are a bit more nutritious and you're no longer forced to work in the vegetable garden or clean the common spaces, which feels almost luxurious; there are separate servants to do that. By the greedy looks they give you once in a while, you deduce they must be some sort of low-class vampires. Maybe someone has fallen out of the elite's grace? You have no mental energy to deliberate about it.
One of the things that didn't change are the blood collections. Same frequency, same duration, same coldness of the room and afterwards the same mild soreness in your arm where the needle was.
You're laying down, eyes fixed on the ceiling. You wait for the guards to escort you to the blood collection facility, but no one comes. Through the tiny window, you notice the sun setting. Finally, a vampire guard enters the dormitory and calls you by your identification number. You follow him obediently to what turns out to be the shower room. The guard instructs you to undress and clean yourself thoroughly. Weird -- you think -- usually shower time is in the morning. You stand under one of the shower baths, letting lukewarm water drip all over your body. The awkward silence in the ordinarily busy bathroom makes you uneasy. The guard rushes you, so you finish the shower, pat dry your naked skin and put your tunic and loose pants back on. As soon as the door behind you closes, you're blindfolded, and you feel a tight squeeze on your shoulders. You let loose a weak shout, but you're quickly silenced by the guard's firm hand on your mouth.
"Don't worry" -- he whispers in your ear -- "You're safe. We just can't have you know the route."
You nod hesitantly, and the guard takes his palm off your face. Then, he grabs you by the elbow and leads you somewhere. After several turns you couldn't keep track of, you finally stop.
"Here you are, miss." -- says the guard, obviously not to you. - "As we promised, it's one of the highest quality products in our stock, with excellent blood test results."
"I see, thank you. You can leave us alone now."
