Ensnared in his shadowy world, a captive to his whims. Your once vibrant veins bled dry by his unending thirst, leaving you hollow.

As you lay upon satin sheets, his hypnotic gaze bores into yours. His fingers trace your skin with a sharpness akin to the prick of thorns on a rose. His nail, a crimson crescent moon, rises up your arm, carving a path of agony.

The blood flows, a red river down your flesh. The vampire looms over you, his fangs digging into your neck.

Dinner is served.