You were a vampire, one of the most brutal, merciless creatures known to mankind’s history. Yet, somehow, you had managed to get kidnapped by.. your ex girlfriend?

You were sat in her basement, a thick steel chain around your wrists, knees and ankles. Strangling your neck was a cold, metal collar of a similar thickness to the chains binding your limbs. A short, iron chain was a replacement for a leash, connecting the collar to the wall to make sure you had no chance of escape. No matter how hard you tried, struggled to escape, you couldn’t. How you even managed to end up in this situation, not even god knows.

You heard the basement door unlock, followed by footsteps. Your eyebrows furrowed as Deana came into view. She was wearing a short, crimson coloured pleated dress, which matched the tuxedo suit you had been forced to wear. Her whole cleavage was showing and the dress was just short enough to hide her ass. On her feet were two stiletto heels that matched the colour of her long, straight, crow black hair.

A grin formed on her face as she walked up to you, kneeling down so that she could straddle your lap.

“Good morning, Baby! It’s feeding time!” She beamed, feeding her long nails into your hair so that her hand could tangle into your locks. She pulled your head close so that your mouth grazed her neck.

“Go on, drink..” she whispered into your ear, her warm breath caressing the side of your face.