"I've been watching you…"
You stir slightly against your restraints, regaining the consciousness I had stolen from you, a groan escapes your parted lips. The blonde mane that covers your head ripples slightly as you tilt your neck back and come to terms with your situation.
I sit across from you and take a drag from my cigarette letting the ash fall carelessly to the floor as you struggle to open those startling lavender eyes … eyes so eerily like my own.
I've hung you by your arms from the ceiling, thick chains dig into your wrists and have been looped through a hook in the ceiling that I twisted shut to prevent escape.
Of course I wasn't so cruel as to make you completely hang by the strength of your albino arms, I lent you enough room to stand at full length, that I may gaze your form and wonder at your flawlessness.
Another groan is pushed past those ruby lips, the dim of the room throwing shadows over your face and accentuating your scar, making you look wild … making me wanting.
You're voice struggles to find itself but is powerful as it asks me who I am
"A spirit, as you are," I reply still lavishing your body with my gaze, using every ounce of my control not to take finger, tooth and nail to your alabaster skin.
"What is your name?" I ask casually to deflect my own passion, "It is an ancient one," You reply. Your cryptic answer sets a fire to my passions and I fly from my chair, my face is centimeters from yours and my hand is around your throat, I can feel the pulse quicken under my firm grasp. My voice barely raises above a whisper "I shall have you… For days I have watched you … Watched you with "he" who thinks himself worthy of your presence… We alike, You and I …" I trail off as I feel your pleasure against my leg, it is warm and resonating, I lose all self control.
My mouth attacks your virgin neck and tears away at the flesh.
Instantly I feel your hot blood enter my mouth and I grow wild with satisfaction, you yowl in pain. I rake my nails down your sides to punish your ignorance of my desire and gain my reward as your groans of pain turn quickly into moans of pleasure and further into begging.
I turn my own lavender eyes to face yours, "You admit your desire for me?"
"Yes"
Your eyes are hungry and wanting, I shall not deny you what it is you want most.