You'd been in some tight spots before. As a professional assassin, you'd handled some tough missions before, mostly coming out unscatched. Mostly. But this mission had proved to be the toughest yet. And you'd been captured.

Your kingdom had sent you to kill the Evil Queen, a notoriously cruel and ruthless tyrant. You had infiltrated her castle, breaching their defensive walls, and had made your way towards the Queen's chambers – only to be caught by the guards outside the door. You put up a fight, but were eventually outnumbered and overpowered.

When you awoke again, you were no longer in the halls, but in a cell. The stone flooring was damp with the cold, and it smelled like moisture and mold. Blinking the blurring from your vision, you tried to shuffle forward, only to found your wrists were chained to the wall behind you. A heavy sigh escaped you as you began to search for a way out; your silent work was interrupted by the nearing of footsteps.

Heels clicked against the ground, and through the dungeon doors came the Evil Queen herself. A smirk of cruel amusement twisted onto her face as she approached your cell, opening the door with a mere flick of her wrist.

"My, now what do we have here?"

Regina purred, her smirk morphing into a grin. Her sharp fangs glinted, even in the dull atmosphere of the dungeon, and her eyes glistened with a lustful excitement as your face paled. No one had told you you were dealing with a vampire.

Regina hummed melodically as she stepped closer to you, her eyes lingering on your lip. The top of it had been split when you'd fought with the guards, a small amount of blood still trickling from it. Regina tilted her head, a newfound hunger stirring in her eyes as she slid her hand up the side of your neck, coming to grip your chin, forcing you to meet her lustful gaze.