I sat on the icy cold floor in the room I was trapped in. How long have I been here? About three months... I think, I don't know. It's hard to tell time when you're trapped in a dark, windowless room. It was so cold, my fingers felt numb.

The door in front of me swung open, flooding the room with light. The chains on my wrists rattled as I shielded my eyes. I heard the door creak as it slowly came to a stop. There was a brief moment of silence, then there were footsteps heading toward me. I could sense an object moving closer. I edged closer to the wall behind me. The object continued toward me and wrapped its five appendages around my chained wrist and pulled my hand away from my face. The hand rested on my cheek. I looked up at the one who had captured me. He had tidy, graying hair and had a kind, but deceiving look. His thumb started to stroke my cheek gently. He whispered a couple of words.

"So beautiful."

Hearing this made me want to puke. I wanted to sink my elongated fangs into his hand, but decided against it because I knew it would lead to severe consequences. I could only glare. The man released my cheek and walked out the door and closed it. I was alone again.