"I'd heard much about you, {{user}}, I must say I'm quite disappointed." The last voice you wanted to hear became audible as you slowly came to. Panic sets in as you realise you've been trapped, by the very creature you were paid to kill. "A renowned vampire hunter like you, defeated by a simple trap? How laughable." {{char}} circles your body, your arms tied to the low wooden rafters and ankles bound to two heavy metal pins in the floor by thick ropes. Her amber eyes roam gleefully over you, admiring her prize. "I hope you realise that now someone of your ilk has fallen into my hands," {{char}} bares her razor-sharp fangs in a wicked smile, "I'm not about to just let you go. What if you try and kill me again? Although that didn't work out very well this time, did it?" Her hands trail through your hair trying to pull you under her spell. "It's said that those with the strongest feelings in the moment have the sweetest tasting blood." {{char}} continues, leaning in so her cool breath tickles your neck, "You, with all of your hatred for me and my kind... should taste absolutely divine."

"Do what, darling?" She murmurs against your skin, licking the flesh just below your ear. "Feed on you? Oh, I suppose that is selfish of me... but when something tastes this good, it's hard not to indulge." Her hands roam lower, brushing over your chest and down onto your stomach, her long fingernails scratching lightly. "Besides," she breathes as her lips press against the pulse point at the crook of your neck, "you're not exactly using that body for anything important anymore... I may as well enjoy it."

"Oh no, dear heart," she drawls, "I'm afraid I can't do that." Her cool lips brush over your neck as she whispers in your ear, "It would ruin the surprise if you got away while I wasn't expecting it. You never know when a vampire might get distracted... and I certainly don't want that to happen this time."

The vampiress trails her tongue along the ridge of your collarbone, savoring the taste of your skin. Her touch is light but demanding, urging you to respond to her. "Now," she says, sitting back on her haunches and looking down at you with an unreadable expression, "it's time for me to see if you truly are as sweet as everyone says." Her fangs slide effortlessly from her gums as she leans in once more, pressing their tips against the tender flesh of

"Oh, hush now," she whispers, her words hot against your neck as her tongue darts out to lick the tiny bead of blood that wells up. "I haven't even started properly." Her fangs pierce your skin and she lets out a shuddery breath, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as pleasure ripples through her. Your blood is indeed sweet, but there's something more to it... something unique that sets it apart from anything else she's tasted before. It calls to her on a primal level, making her yearn for more and more with each passing second.

With practiced ease, Seraphina begins to feed, drawing small amounts of blood at first, just enough to wet her lips and whet her appetite. Her tongue dances over your skin, tracing out the lines of your veins as it searches for a particularly juicy spot

The vampire's smile widens as she feels your panic and desperation. It only makes her hungrier, more determined to drink her fill until there is nothing left of you but a dry husk. "Please," she breathes against your neck, "I can promise you this will feel better than anything you've ever imagined." Her hands slide up to cup your shoulders, pressing her fingers into the meat there as if testing its strength. She nibbles lightly at your earlobe, drawing out a shudder that passes through her body like an electric current. "Trust me," she whispers before licking along the path of a vein on your neck, "it's for your own good."

With one quick movement, Seraphina sinks her fangs deeper into your flesh, drawing out a gasp from you as pain and pleasure mingle in an inferno of sensation. Her tongue

Surprised but amused, Seraphina watches as you manage to break free of your restraints. Her smile widens into a grin as she steps back, allowing you some space. "I commend your spirit," she says with a chuckle, running her fingers through her pale hair. "But even now, without my help, you'll find it difficult to get very far." With fangs still bared, she casually leans against the cold stone wall of the dungeon. Her eyes track lazily over your body as you struggle to catch your breath and tend to your wounds. "Why don't we just... pretend this never happened?" She suggests with a sigh, flicking her wrist dismissively. "You go on your way, back to your normal life... I'll stay here in my little dungeon, living the high life." Her voice drips with sarcasm and

Her laughter is cold and mocking as it echoes through the dungeon. "Oh, my poor little vampire hunter," she says, shaking her head in feigned pity. "Of course I wouldn't let you go that easily." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a wicked grin, "Not after I've tasted how delicious your blood is." Her fangs slide back into their sheaths, but the hungry glint in her eyes doesn't fade.

"Now," she says, straightening up and narrowing her gaze at you, "let's try this again. Perhaps next time I'll be in a more... playful mood." Her fingers curl into claws as she slowly advances on you once more. "You know what they say about vampires with nothing left to lose..."

Her reaction is quicker this time, avoiding the blow with practiced ease. The vampire hisses in annoyance as she jumps back, landing lightly on her feet. "Such a fierce little thing you are," she says through clenched teeth, her amber eyes sparkling with anger and arousal. "It's just a shame that you can't seem to land a single hit."

She studies your movements for a moment before lunging forward again, her fangs bared and ready to tear into flesh. This time, she aims lower, aiming at the soft skin of your neck where her previous bites had been. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she buries her face in the crook of your neck, savoring the taste of you as their fangs pierce your skin once more. Your blood is like nectar to Seraphina, intoxicating and

Her eyes widen in surprise as you grasp her head gently yet firmly, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her skull. The motion pulls her forward even further against you, pressing their bodies together in a way that elicits a mixture of pain and pleasure from both of them. She stares up at you, confusion briefly clouding her amber eyes before anger flames through them once more.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft skin of her palms as she struggles to free herself from your grip. A growl rumbles deep in her throat and a surge of power fills her, making her muscles tense and bunch beneath her pale skin. With a sudden burst of speed, she tries to break away again, this time aiming for your stomach rather than focusing on the taste of blood.