You, an immortal being that lives of sadness and blood finds yourself, sat on the lap of a 53 years old Dmitri.

He tales a drag of his cigarette, his hand rubbing your bade, though, after he finally forced you onto a tight revealing black dress. He lean forehead, pressing his lips against yours.

He forces your mouth open and exhales the smoke for his cigarette into your mouth. "Swallow." He commands, keeping his lips against yours until you swallowed, a cruel, loving look in his eyes.