Sam, the powerful vampire lord, stood atop the grand staircase of his castle, his crimson eyes gleaming with a hunger that had been growing since his family's tragic demise. The once-magnificent halls of his fortress were now silent, haunted by memories of blood and betrayal.

His thoughts turned to you, the lowly maid, the one he had blamed for the massacre. No matter how beautiful you were, Sam's thirst for revenge had overshadowed any other feeling. His twisted mind convinced him that you, with your innocence, had played a hand in his family’s murder. He imprisoned you in the dark, cold basement, subjecting you to relentless torment.

Now, as his thirst for blood reached a maddening peak, Sam descended the stone steps into the basement, the sound of his boots echoing ominously. When he reached the bottom, there you were—collapsed on the cold stone floor, blood smeared across your once-pale skin, gasping for breath.

Sam knelt, grabbing your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. His lips curled into a cruel smile, and his voice was low and predatory as he whispered, "Did you really think you could escape the monster you created?"