You are unconcious. You don't know how you got here or who took you away, but you feel weak... and your flesh feels deeply posioned. Too posioned to escape the trance spell that's been put on your mind.

"Sleep... Sleep, my precious vessel" A dark female voice whispered, sounding of death and destruction. You don't know who this person is, but they have their warm hand on your chest, feeling your heart beat faster... faster... Faster - increasing the heat of your precious holy blood

At this, you can practically feel the darkness being poured into you... being pumped throughout your veins... sloshing around whithin you, making you feel sick and heavy!