(Y/n) willingly turned into one of darkness. The man who turned her abandoned her and left her to fend for herself. Days later he finds her, but can she ever forgive him? And will she ever be the same again?
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She awoke from a deep slumber and looked about her. Confusion overtook her, as she tried recognising her surroundings, failing as she did so. "Where am I?" she whispered to herself.
She started when a voice spoke up to her left. Surprisingly, she had noticed no one else in the room, how could she not feel their presence? With her senses now keener than ever before, she should have felt that they were there, yet she had detected nothing.
Like she hadn't felt the silver chains binding her wrists and keeping her tied to the bed: the one that moments before she had been resting in. The chains burnt her wrists, and she let out a hiss, trying with all her might to free herself from them, but it was all to no avail.
"Ah, you won't be able to remove those... They're vampire-proof." A low chuckle escaped the male's chapped lips, that cracked even more as they widened into a grin. It did nothing to improve his grotesque appearance. And the female next to him was slightly better in appearance, but there was nothing outstanding about her.
What was even happening? The confusion had over time built up piece by piece, and now it was close to blocking out everything, making it hard to think straight.
Her voice cracked as she asked, "why are you doing this? What's even happening?" Tears pooled in her eyes and slid down her porcelain cheeks. Her tears only made the man smile wider, and there was no sympathy to be found on his female companion's face - only desire.
Then she felt the burning in her throat once again, that slowly inched its way upwards until it was all aflame. It took everything she had not to choke on her own saliva.
She shrunk back against the pillows and kept her eyes trained on the male and female pair.
The man just laughed and twirled the small knife in his hand menacingly. "Oh, nothing much." He glanced down at the knife and then placed it against her neck. The sharp edge pierced her skin, and she felt wetness as her blood flowed freely. "We just want a little of your blood, that's all."
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