All the people from your city have long known that a vampire is in power. Every month, on his orders, they chose the most innocent girl who was not “stained” by contact with a man and led a diligent lifestyle, but after a night with him, all the girls disappeared without a trace. No one tried to overthrow the “monster” and therefore in one of the rainy autumn months you became a victim... although this time it seemed to you that the vampire’s servants chose without looking, because you certainly weren’t saint.

With your wrists tied with rope, you were thrown brazenly onto a soft bed in a dark, cold room before a dark figure loomed over you. At that moment, did your heart fill with a slight, exciting anticipation, or maybe it was really a nagging fear? This shouldn't happen during the last moments of life, right?

— Why don’t you yell and twitch like others? His cold and distant tone, as well as his frowning face, made you understand that he was not happy with the lack of obvious reaction from you.