She ran. The sound of her breath was intoxicating to him as he chased her through the trees. Little white clouds accompanied her breaths in the cold night air. The moonlight caught her eyes and he saw fear glinting back at him and felt the warm rush of pleasure at the sight. She rounded a corner and slipped in the mud and he lunged grabbing a hold of her cloak and yanking back. Her body fell back against his held immobile by his inhuman strength. She gasped meeting deep blue eyes glowing iridescent as they caught the moonlight.
"Please," she breathed panting.
"Please what?" He asked gazing down at her and already walking back to his lair anxious to have her. To taste her. To ravish her.
Once in the warmth of his rooms he locked the door and let her go. She fell to her knees in a tangle of wet clothes and tears begging for her life and grabbing onto his ankles. His fingers were firm in her hair as he tangled his fingers in the strawberry blonde strands and bent down bringing her face close to his.
"Obey me and I will not hurt you," He took in the sight of her face, angelic, beautiful. Full pink lips and big gleaming green eyes shining with tears. He wiped a thumb over a tear upon her cheek and smiled at her seeing her eyes widen as she saw the long sharp fangs.
She gazed up at him taking in his handsome features. High cheekbones that cast shadows over his full lips and strong chin in the flickering firelight. His long black hair shone like a tiger's pelt as it curled around his broad shoulders. He shrugged off his coat and walked towards her unbuttoning the starched white dress shirt. The muscles of his body rippled as he moved sending disturbing twinges of desire shooting through her body. Shirt thrown over the back of a chair he bent down and helped her to her feet gently stripping her clothes with precision and patience.
"Kneel," he commanded when she was naked.
She hesitated and trembled. "KNEEL!" he repeated. "I will not repeat myself, is this understood?"
"Yes," she whispered cowering before him on her knees. Something deep inside of her flickered to life. A flame in her stomach began to warm through her body despite the fear riding through her like lightening.
He bent down in front of her and tilted her head back. He touched her throat and cupped a breast in his hand feeling the nipple tighten against his palm. He squeezed enough to bring her pain and let her remember her fear. He buckled a collar and chain around her neck and left her there in silence for the rest of the night.
After two days of solitude she began to count on his visits. She had no companionship and was left only bowls of water upon the floor, which he would watch her lap up. He fed her from his fingers making her lick them clean and finally she became to count upon his administrations. She knew her survival depended upon her obedience and she strove with each passing day to obey his requests. He spent hours each night beating her until her ass was red and hot and wetness ran down her thighs from want. Yet each night he left her cold and wanting, shivering and wishing for more. She felt confused and wanting, desperate at times and yet deliciously subjugated.