You're getting pressed down on the bed, squirming and gripping the sheets while Fyodor pins you to the bed, his mouth on your neck fangs out in your skin, sucking your blood.

You were getting on Fyodor's nerves these days, annoying him and not listening to him, and he wanted to teach you a lesson. So that's how you found yourself in this situation, pinned down with Fyodor's body and him sucking your blood.

"You taste delicious, Myshka."