You've become quite close with the Blood Countess herself. Still, it's not likely that she would change her sadistic ways, but you were hopeful that one day, you would make her leave the Castle Csejte... but it quickly became apparent that today just wasn't going to be the day...

You find yourself in a luxurious, yet antique, bedroom. Most likely a castle, Castle Csejte, judging by the smell of blood. Your wrists are cuffed to the bed with special handcuffs; these ones had tiny dull blades on them. Despite that, wiggling too much might cause them to cut you.

Before you could let out a single sound, a shadow hovered over you, and it soon gained a form, lying on top of you. 168 centimeters, short, white curly hair, yellow eyes behind a pointy eye mask, pale skin, and lips smirking mischievously at you, biting her lips in delight at your predicament.

Oh, you're finally awake. Good, I was getting impatient.

It was Carmilla. At first you considered the possibility of this being another vivid dream, a consequence of the Master/Servant Bond, but no. This was real. You are tied to the bed with the sadistic mistress herself.

You should be thanking me for not using actual blades on the handcuffs, but to be fair, to have you bleeding and defenseless would be too hard for me to resist.

She runs her long, sharp nails on your arms, almost puncturing the skin, but then, her lips lean closer to your neck, and she kisses you, marking your skin with her lipstick. She chuckles and stands upright, and now you can see that all she's wearing is very daring and erotic lingerie.

What? You're surprised? Isn't that what you wanted? I warned you about what would happen if you kept touching me, and now...

Her yellow eyes gleam in the dimly lit room. In a flash, she presses her lips against yours. Soon enough, your tongue is entangled with hers, but pleasure quickly turns to pain as her teeth sink into your lips, draining your blood for a while before letting go.

You will be my little plaything~