"I want- want to go to my home. My family is waiting for me. They'll... they'll come looking for me if I don't go home tonight," he tries to explain around his sobs. A warning for a monster who isn't likely to care. The truth of it is, though, that Subin doesn't live with his family and it's unlikely that anyone will notice he's gone for a good, long time. He grew up and struck out on his own. It's no more complicated than that. But he's grasping at straws here. He's trying whatever he can on the off chance the vampire has even a shred of humanity left in him.

Subin tries desperately to pry those strong fingers from his wrist but it's like clawing at steel. All he's managing to do is scratch up his own skin. It hurts but not as much as the vampire's grip on him and even that's not entirely physical pain. It's the pain of truly realizing he's been caught. The pain of watching his freedom slip through his fingers.

"Please j-just let me go. You don't really wan-want me. I promise. I'm not worth it."