vampire · human chattel · slavery · dark fantasy · possession · master servant · submission · gothic · tragedy · supernatural
Under a bruised purple sky, the wrought-iron gates of the ancestral manor scrape open with a sound of finality. The air is heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and damp stone. You stand among a row of shackled humans, shivering in the chill. A tall figure clad in sweeping black silks moves down the line, his gaze a slow, assessing weight. When those crimson eyes finally settle on you, you, what verdict will they hold?