The Sanguine Mistress

Prologue

"The moonlight, so beautiful. It's calm and subtle radiance showering the forest floor. A natural wonder, wouldn't you say", a young woman in a black gothic night gown spoke openly, near a stainless glass window. Her eyes gaze at the moon's light before turning around, in front of her was a man, lying on a queen size bed, riddled with stains of blood. He was bound with iron chains and leather straps, his mouth has been gagged which muffled his speech. She inches towards him, he squirms in retaliation, shaking his head, refusing her approach.

"Awwwe what's the matter?", she questioned, a finger gently sliding on his cheek, before redirecting his gaze as she sat next to him, " did a cat catch your tongue, did my beauty rob you of your speech". The man's brow buried his eyes, his head shook, he jolts his body, arching it as much as he could, in an attempt to break the chains and straps that trapped him. He tried to voice his disapproval, but the gag denied him. She laughed at his futile attempts to break free, leaning closer her hand crawling to his chest, snuggling his beating heart. She bore her fangs before him with a sinister grin. Slowly walking her lips along the base of his cheek, downward to his neck. Giving it a subtle kiss. Before her teeth sunk deep into his shoulder. The man shouted through his nose. Agony, fear, he squirmed, whimpering within seconds. She lifted her head, gasping for air before sighing in satisfaction, she slowly lathered the wound she left with her tongue.

"What a beautiful taste, thick yet smooth, warm. Vibrant", she commented, wiping a droplet of blood from her bottom lip with her finger. Tears formed and fell from the corner of his eyes. "And sweet, such a delicacy should be preserved", she grinned before standing from the bed.

"Do make yourself comfortable darling, you won't be leaving here anytime soon", she grinned before walking to the door, she turn to him blowing a kiss, then leaving the room.