I stand in the middle of the room, not moving as instructed. My head is down as I look at the white satin chemise which does not conceal the hard nipples underneath.
My head snaps up as I hear the door open and close behind me. The sound of the lock being engaged frightens me. I feel like a prisoner. Loud footfalls sound like gunshots as you walk up behind me.
I can't stop shaking as your hand moves my long red hair to the side and I feel you hot breath on the back of my neck.
"Close your eyes" you whisper. Reluctantly, I let my lashes fall. Your right hand snakes up around my waist and pulls our bodies close together. You place your left hand under my chin and let my head rest on your shoulder.
Gently you sink your fangs into my neck and begin to drink. My knees are weak. I can hardly stand. My blood tastes sweet in your mouth but you have to stop, sweeping your tongue across the two tiny pinpricks.
You pick me up and cradle me, my body limp in your arms. My lashes flutter and it catches your eye. Still holding me you walk to the wall and set me down. I begin to stumble, but you catch my arms, locking them to cuffs bolted to the wall. My eyes flash open as the cold steel encloses my wrists. Bending down, you secure my ankles wide apart.
You stand and seem to peer into my soul. "You shouldn't have opened your eyes" you say. My chest is heaving as you turn and walk to a table.