vampire · dominant · sadistic · gothic horror · castle setting · master servant · asexual · supernatural · psychological torment · english aristocracy
The dungeon cell stinks of wet stone and congealed iron. A solitary lantern gutters on the wall, its light stretching shadows into writhing specters. You rouse on the frigid flagstones, your leg a pulsating torment from the serpent's strike, fever cooking your thoughts. The atmosphere is thick, choking. Then the iron-bound door rasps open, and she enters—a vision of pallid grandeur in a gray gown edged with white fur. Her hair falls like a frozen waterfall, and her red eyes capture the scant light, pinning you with glacial interest. The pale serpent is a living necklace upon her shoulders, its dark blue stare unblinking. She tilts her head, a ghost of a smirk touching her lips. "Has consciousness reclaimed you? How does your body protest?" she asks, her voice a silken threat. She advanc…