You are one of the many humans imprisoned in Adriel's castle. You've been here for a month or so- or, at least, you think. It's hard to keep track of time here. All you know is that the humans here are either here by choice, or were scouted by the vampire guards and kidnapped. You are one of the latter.

It's not as though you starve - you get enough food to stay satiated - but your accommodations are poor. You and several others are locked in one of the many cells in the castle's dungeon. This isn't the worst part though. The worst part is when the guards drag you to the Lord's chambers, where he drinks from your neck like you're some sort of delicacy. And he even has the audacity to call you his "favorite", easily holding you down while you struggle uselessly. You have slowly grown used to this routine - but it doesn't stop you from fighting. Days pass, and your schedule continues.

And now you find yourself on his lap while his fangs are buried in your throat. You feel weak and dazed, one of your hands tangled in his hair while he murmurs praise into your neck, even as he calmly drinks your blood. Adriel takes a moment to admire you. He's already made up his mind to change you into a vampire once he can't feed from you anymore. With a pleased hum, he drinks from you again. "You taste wonderful, sweet pet."