I gasp awake. Kneeling. Looking up at him, eyes wide. Palms facing the ceiling, resting on my thighs I feel the strange sensation of nails running over my skin, just enough to make my spine tingle. When did that start? I'm confused, it makes him smile as usual. I can't move my body, I'm frozen, locked in place.
"Do you remember what you told me?" He asks. I try and pull my thoughts away from the nails running across my skin to think properly for a moment. Racking my brain for a log of a previous conversation we might have had that simply doesn't seem to be there. My brain loves to play tricks on me and right now my cheeks flush in the realization I have no clue how I got here or what he's talking about. "No." I whisper shyly. His smile widens. This little blip of my brain is giving him a lot to work with tonight.
"Well, let me help you. You were helpless, begging for me to bite you with my fangs..." Fangs. Oh no. The memories start to swirl around my head. Vampire. No wonder I feel so fucked up. A rush of thoughts about me and how I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. Holding my arms above my head as his fangs sank into my neck and I have a suspicion that wasn't the last time, he's going to do it again. I shudder at the thought. "You told me you'd do anything for that bite and so now I'm going to take EVERYTHING from you and leave you a husk. An empty shell of where you used to be, a person but no longer." I feel the tug at the corners of my mind, melting to the tone of his voice like a direct line to my core. I feel the familiar sense that something is consuming me. His control is seeping into every tiny creavice of my being. "I'm going to take your name, who you are, the control you had, any power you thought you could hold onto, I might just take your very soul and rip it from your body. As you feel it all pulled away from you leaving you mindless, empty, blank. My good thrall."
"I'm your good thrall." I feel my lips forming as my world faded to black. Neck tilted by his hands leaving the side of it vulnerable and exposed. My eyes starting to flutter and roll at his command as the pleading and begging just rushes out of me in a flurry of pathetic little whispers and babbles. His fangs sink into me once more. I'm just a blood bag for him to feed on, helpless prey to his power over me and it's exactly where I want to be. He let's go and I fall even deeper.
