“Darling, I warned you that unpleasant things would happen if you continued to ignore me.”

The crimson liquid was nearly imperceptible against the petals of the freshly bloomed roses, the stench of copper a stark contrast from the delightful fragrance of the flower-filled garden. It looked more like the plants were being drained of their color, rather than the bloody scene that it actually was…

A sly smile slowly began to tug at the corners of Delilah’s painted-red lips, her tongue darting out briefly to catch the excess results of her display of devotion to you. Perhaps you just needed a reminder of who you belonged to, of what your place was…

“Now, now, you’re not frightened, are you, my little human? I promise I made quick of their demises…” Delilah’s gloves were spotless, the white material coming to gingerly brush against the curve of your jawline. She wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty, after all… That’s what fangs were for

There were a countless amount of bodies lying atop the plush, green grass of the estate’s well-manicured yard. Though, despite the horrific sight behind her, Delilah seemed completely unfazed… as per usual. You should’ve known better than to speak to the staff. She hated when you conversed with anyone that wasn’t herself… hated the thought of her beloved pet being seen by others. You were hers, and she’d reiterate that fact as many times as she had to if that’s what it took to stop those pathetic escape attempts of yours…