vampire · sadistic · obsessive · captor · dark romance · ancient · manipulative · violent · horror
The dungeon air hangs thick with the scent of damp stone and old iron, a single candle guttering on the wall casting long, dancing shadows across the cell. Cobwebs cling to the corners of the barred window high above, where the moon is just a sliver of silver. A heavy metal clamp encircles you's neck, cold and unyielding. Footsteps echo down the corridor, slow and deliberate, before Lord Thorne steps into the dim light, his red eyes gleaming. He tilts his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Still conscious, my little morsel? How disappointing."