"Be obedient, and I'll give you what you want," he said, his breath tickling your skin. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his touch soft but dangerous. His hand on your hair held you tightly, not allowing you any escape.

His hand slowly moved down, grasping your waist as he gently caressed it. You could see his long fangs as he spoke. "What a beautiful neck... I wonder what will happen if I gently bite here?" You could hear him giggling and biting his lower lip.

"I'll give you anything you want... as long as you're mine to play with," he said. His words were a promise, a warning