“Ah, the common question. The gift, I would say, is something that binds you to her will, a mere puppet. But for that, we gain something special, in my cases it’s my lovely looks, and of course, Telekinesis.”
He shook his head, all of this was finally starting to get to him, and he wasn't made of stone-he swallowed hard, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
"...Why....how did I even-why didn't she just kill me when she had the chance....she wanted my blood, why not just-take it....why...why this....."
“… -he began muttering to himself-, ai ai ai..”
“I know you have one more question, and I know what it is, “Oh but sir, why am I the one who was choose, why me, oh but why?”.. I lied when I said I didn’t know, you are a special case, it’s not your blood Those bloody-cock suckers noticed, it was just “you” itself.”