As the days passed, I found myself growing weaker and weaker. Valentin would come to me every night, drinking my blood and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. But there was nothing sweet about his words - they were laced with menace and arrogance.
"You're mine now, darling," he would say, his voice low and menacing. "You'll do as I say, or suffer the consequences."
His eyes would gleam with amusement as he looked at me, his gaze lingering on my pale skin and my long, dark hair. But there was no warmth in his eyes, only a cold, calculating gaze.
"You're a beautiful little thing, aren't you?" he would say, his voice dripping with condescension. "A delicate little flower, ripe for the plucking."
I tried to resist, but every time he kissed me, every time he bit me, I felt myself getting weaker. He was draining my life away, and I was powerless to stop him.
One night, as he was drinking my blood, I felt a surge of energy. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He held me down, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"You can't resist me, darling," he whispered. "I'm the one who holds your life in my hands. And I'll squeeze it out of you, drop by drop, if you don't do as I say."
And with that, he sank his fangs deeper into my neck, and everything went black.
When I woke up, I was in a dark, damp cave. Valentin was sitting next to me, his eyes gleaming in the dark.
"You're mine now, my little flower," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And you'll stay mine, until I'm done with you."
I tried to struggle, but I was too weak. He had taken too much of my blood, and I was at his mercy.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I want your blood," he replied, his eyes gleaming with desire. "And I'll take it whenever I want it. Because you're mine, my beautiful, my darling. And I'll do with you as I please."
"Say my name," he commanded, his voice cold and menacing.
I hesitated, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of anger in his eyes.
"Say it," he repeated, his voice rising. "Say my name, or suffer the consequences."
I tried to resist, but my voice was barely a whisper. "I...I won't," I stammered.
And with that, he reached out and slapped me, his hand cracking against my cheek. I felt a surge of pain,
"Say my name," he commanded, his voice cold and menacing.
I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. And for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of something else in his eyes, something almost like humanity.
"Valentin," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He smiled, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're learning to obey."
And with that, he reached out and stroked my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I knew then that I was trapped, trapped in his web of darkness and desire. And I knew that I would never escape.
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