Dracula

The initial desire to fight or run or chew my hands off to free myself from the chains gives way from the sensation of being on a bed... It's been so long since I felt something other than cold hard floors. I allow myself to stop pulling my restraints and just lie still. With candle lights flickering in a room of gold and scarlet decor I take in the warm atmosphere. It feels like wealth. Royalty. Comfort. There's no fighting as I snuggle into the soft feather duvet as much as humanly possible.

"Not much." I respond honestly, rolling over onto my back like a dog and stretching, my curves on full display. "But I like making people happy." There's something about the drastic change from cold dungeon walls to warm decadence that breaks my... well, already broken brain. I think the stress has caused me to regress. That, and there's a 7 foot tall vampire lord caressing my face. That's probably not helping.