I woke up groggy as usual. I'm lying flat on my back on a wooden table with shackles restraining my limbs and neck. I know that if I look to my left that there'll be a bottle of my blood, freshly harvested from last night. Unfortunately this has become my norm since being taken by the vampire, and it's been so long I've lost track of how long I've been trapped.
It'll be feeding time soon, I'm always fed after he harvests me, I suppose it keeps up my blood sugar or whatever. My table rotates so that I'm in more of an upright position and I see him enter my circle of light with a few bottles of unknown nutritious drinks. I have a gag strapped to my head with a hole so that a tube can be inserted so I can eat and drink things. I was resistant to this at first, but I now crave the few times that I am fed. I don't think that the vampire remembers how often a normal human is supposed to eat.
As I drink my breakfast, as I've decided to call it this time, I study my captor. He looks as if one of those classical statues came to life, even features, chiseled jaw, and perfectly messed up dark hair, except with a distinctly wrong feeling about him.
"You know," I start at his unexpected speech, he never talks to me, "I think I'm getting bored of you."
Oh shit, he's going to kill me, I knew I would die in this basement the second I saw it. My adrenaline starts to spike even though I know that I can do nothing to stop whatever he plans to do. I stare at him intensely while I wait for him to continue.
"Rest for today. I'll be back tomorrow." He leaves and I am once again left alone with my thoughts.
The next day I find that, in addition to my shirt which was removed in the early days, my pants have also been removed. This may as well happen. I drink the water that he offers me and watch him with trepidation, is this the day I die?