He was passed out, completely and totally helpless. The smell of the blood from his arm just egged Bakugou on more. And his heartrate...being passed out had slowed it down, so now it was...peaceful...he liked the comfort it brought.
Blood dribbled down from the twin puncture wounds on his neck, and he was a little pale. But holy fuck...that was the best blood Bakugou had ever had. He wanted more...he wanted to have him all to himself. He was meant to capture him anyway...he didn't need to take him to the police-Rami could just be his.