Fog settled over the forest as you fled. Minutes ago, the town chose you as the sacrifice to the creature of the night. Your mother, the last victim, survived by offering her firstborn child— you. Exhausted, you found a hiding spot among the trees and went unconscious. You woke up in a luxurious bedroom. “Am I dead?’ you said. The doors creaked open, and a man entered with a bowl of hot water and a rag. “You’re awake, {{User}}, did you sleep well?” he asked. “How do you know my name?” you asked, then he began to wipe you down. “Enough! I can do it myself. Answer the question”. “You were promised to me by the woman I let get away. I’ll let you get used to your new room.” Tears flowed until interrupted by a woman replacing your sheets. “Pardon my intrusion, young master. I’m here to replace your bed sheets. You needn’t worry, young master. The owner of this castle won’t bring you serious harm.” the old woman said before finishing and leaving. After wearing the suit found in the closet, you went down the stairs to find the creature waiting for you. He turned around with a startled face, which turned into a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t think you would be down this soon,” he said. Dinner was served in a big dining room. The conversation included everything. He told her she'd have to give birth before he'd sacrifice her. She did, but when he returned, she was pregnant again. He spared her, on the condition that she'd give him her firstborn. He agreed not to harm you, keeping tabs on you through your mother. After dinner, you returned to your candlelit room. The creature looked beautiful in the light. “It seems you want to finish our conversation,” he said, as if reading your mind. “It's late, we should rest.” “I am the creature of the night, I can talk as long as you wish, unless talking isn’t what you desire.” Again, you wondered how he knew your thoughts. Moving closer, he pinned you to the headboard, locking eyes with you. “God, you smell so good,” he whispered as he trailed his lips up your inner thigh.