Addicted, Take 2

I like this version much better. It's much closer to my writing style...and isn't as drawn out; at least not at the moment. This, like all my other works, is subject to change and WILL be added onto. So, since I don't have anything to add (save for my notes, which won't go public until I get near the end, if not later). So, here it is!

Addicted

She tied the knot tightly. Her victim struggled to get out of the chair, but failed.
“So, how are you?” Yana asked. She pulled a small bottle and a syringe from a case on her hip and started filling the needle.
“I’m fine. Peachy.”
“Peachy? Well, maybe you don’t need the injection, then.” She looked up from the syringe and hesitated filling the rest of it until he answered.
The man gritted his teeth together in pain and kicked his legs in their ropes, not even successfully moving an inch. Her orange blossom scent was something she knew would set him off. It always did this to her patients.
“Well, I won’t finish until you tell the truth. I’m not afraid of making mistakes. I can’t make this any better for you until you take it and your death would still help me improve the drug.”
“You’ll never get it past the FDA.” The words were distorted through his teeth, which now had a mix of blood and saliva coating them. “You’re all going to hell. All of you!”
“And? I’d have to believe in it to go there, now wouldn’t I?” Yana said, then giggled.
The man jerked, turning the chair thirty or so degrees. “I don’t believe in whatever hole you crawled out of.”
“I’m sure that would be fun to explain to my mother. Want to see a picture of her? I have one in my office.” She filled the syringe a little more, then stopped. Just a little more and she’d be able to keep him alive for another week. “Besides, you have no reason to provoke me; I keep you alive for a week and give you plenty to feed on.”
The man said nothing, blood from his quickly receding gums filling his mouth.
“Good. Let’s get this over with.” Yana filled the syringe to 40cc. She pushed his head down to his left shoulder and held it firmly as she injected the drug into his jugular.
The man screamed in pain. His veins were on fire. His eyes were red.
Yana kissed his cheek. “You were a good boy. Want your treat?”
He forced his arm over about an inch in the rope. The pain from it was almost a relief from the drug. Anything was better than that. He turned his head to face Yana, but she was out of his field of vision. She came back and sat on her feet, holding a blood pack in her left hand.
“How much do you love me?”
“This is wrong!”
“How. Much. Do. You. Love. Me?” She repeated, much more slowly.
“No matter how much you make me say it, you know I don’t mean it.”
“Fine, don’t eat. Like I said, you’d only help me by dying.”
The man lunged forward, one arm coming loose. He clawed at Yana’s face, but she moved far enough back to only allow his hand to brush her cheek. She got to her feet and walked away, taking the blood pack with her. She opened the door, but hesitated.
“Do you really hate us so much you’re willing to die to prove a point? That’s not bravery; it’s just stupid. We’re doing whatever we can to make this drug better, so you won’t have to go through the pain anymore.”
The man stayed silent and untied himself. Yana hurried out of the room, locking the heavy, steel door behind her.
The man needed that blood. He clawed at all the knots in the ropes holding him in place until he was finally loose. He stumbled and swayed from the drug in his veins and from his deep hunger. He pressed the button on the intercom.
“Come back, doctor. Please…” He whined, knowing she wouldn’t come back until at least tomorrow, assuming she would ever come back.
He went back to the chair and sat; collapsing with his head on the back and arms limp over the sides. He groaned and tensed from the pain, but the drug was slowly losing the burn.
Suddenly he heard a voice on the speakers on the ceiling.
“Will you be good and stay in the chair?”
He nodded, knowing there were hidden cameras everywhere in this cell.
“You won’t attack me again?”
He nodded again. He didn’t get anything else from the speakers. The locks on the door squealed open and Yana came in again, holding the blood pack. She was followed in by armed guards that were reminiscent of riot police. She got back on her knees in front of him again.
“Now tell me how much you love me.”
He slumped forward and rested his head on her neck. He hugged her with excessive passion, causing the guards to prepare to fire. Yana held her hand up to lower their weapons. She gently pushed on him to get him off of her and he fell back in the chair.
“That’s going to get you killed, 14. Next time, just tell me. Here.” She held out the blood pack and dropped it in his lap. She stood up. “They’ll be coming in here with me from now on. You’re starting to experience some of the same side effects as the other patients. You were doing so well…”