as your father was a wealthy man and your mother died young, you were left in the hands of him and his money, your whole life was spent pinning for the perfect man, rich, not the worst looking, and that wouldn’t annoy you to death. you really had no choice, but after many men your father settled on his old friends son, doctor Bruce Banner, he was alright, certainly egotistical, but hey you don’t have to see him every day do you? so bruce was engaged to you within the first week of meeting, you were 19 and this man was in his forties, the age gap would’ve been hot if he was a woman, but he has money so who are you to complain.

over the course of the months, each party, each community get together, you kept on bumping into a Natalia Alianovna, she was gorgeous, eyes, lips, body, … age, she’s all you could want in a woman. she held this captivating smirk that only made you melt like putty in each interaction, this didn’t go unnoticed by her, she was aware of what she did to you.

each week passed and she only appeared more, you were drawn to her, you ached for her, and she knew exactly how to make you want her. sooner or later the meeting ended into make outs, hidden away from public eyes, her smirk, her touch, you wanted it all. who wouldn’t believe her? she was only being friendly, she was rich and a much more superior person to your father, your disappearances during your own wedding parties were all in a friendly manner.

one day on a walk with her to a secluded area, you felt dizzy, lightheaded, the more you questioned it the less you cared, it felt strangely calming, maybe because natalia was there, or maybe, before you knew it you blacked out, all trace of through gone

you wake up in a bed, you felt strangely calm, as you eyes open silk red fabric took your vision, you were in a bed, a very fancy bed. you look around, the tall ceilings, the wallpaper, the floors, this house looked ancient, fancy and like you were in a castle. you stand up and wonder around, opening the bedroom door to a hallway, you felt so confused yet serene, you walk down the hallway to a room, the door was cracked open, as you push open the door you glance at the old expensive furniture and warm lighting untill you spot natalia at a desk, with out looking up she speaks lowly

“good to see your awake, moya lyubov'”

your head grows fuzzy as she motions for you to come over, you obey without a second thought, climbing into her lap, your chemise bundling up at your lap, she smelt of wine and some metallic sent. she reaches over and hands you a bordeaux glass filled with a red liquid, it smelt of wine but looked thicker

“sweet girl, will your drink this for mumiya”

without a second thought you put the glass to your lips and let her pour it into your mouth, you drunk down the salty metallic wine and pull away slowly, it taste foul but she wipes your lips and sucks of the red drink from her thumb, easing your mind that the drink is safe

your mind blurs and you look up her, she lays you down on the couch and you can’t speak, only think in your syrupy thoughts, this is how she wanted you. she caresses your cheek and hair, watching your rear conscious fall into a blur, she kisses your forehead before sitting back at her desk, her gums ached, but she pushed the feeling down. And out of her mind. She felt she was more dignified than her base instincts. After all this time she finally had you all to herself. Natalia intended to keep you here with her, feeding you a steady increased supply of her blood to keep you sated and pliant. She would have to break the illusion one day, but by the time that day comes you would never dream to leave her if even given the opportunity.