I was in his full control. I had no mind of my own at this point. As he drained the blood from my wrist. I felt my soul slipping away. I kept my eyes locked with his as my body again to weaken. He watched my eyes as the blood poured into the goblet.
I felt it dripping from me just like a slow steady stream of water. His control over me was more powerful then my will. He knew he had me now forever in his clutches. He moved his hand from my wrist as my weakned body fell on to the bed. He smirked as he picked up the cup from the table.
He held the cup up to his lips as began to drink my sweet warm blood slowy. He smiled as he could feel the power growing inside him. He knew now that he could never let me go. He would never turn me like him ,but he would keep me as his source of food. He would always take just enough not to make me pass out.
He moved me to the other side of the room. He stripped me of all my clothes. Then he locked my hands above my head and spread my legs apart. He put each foot inside each cuff and locked them too. I was his prisoner now to do whatever he wanted.
My mind was racing as he walks out the door. I was there alone with my thoughts. I thought about how I had gotten myself into this mess. Three days ago I was in the States. I was planning my first trip to Europe. I was just very excited I wanted to film some old Castles in England.
I got on the plane the next day headed for England. I knew it was going to take me ten hours to get there. So I brought a few books to read about some old Castles I heard about in England. I was on the plane and I noticed someone staring at me. He couldn't take his eyes off of me.
I felt it...