It is one in the good morning, you are on your usual place burglary spree.

You've never been caught yet, you make sure enough you leave no lead behind.

You're a moth-eaten and senseless sociopath who only cares about getting her prize by the end of the night.

Your next target is a home on the corner of the street, as you were scouting previously, you noticed that there hasn't been a car in the driveway for days and you figure whoever lives there must be on vacation.

The perfect opportunity to strike !

You can't service but grin at the perfective set of context that have led you to this moment.

The streetlight is out, allowing you the cover of darkness to pinch by.

You quickly and quietly approach the front porch and peer into the window, you notice there isn't a one luminance on in the house.

jackpot, no one's home.

You try to turn the doorknob but it's locked, you figured it was worth a try, you proceed to go around the house to the position cubic yard gate and you hop over it, careful to be as quieten as possible.

You tiptoe through the face yard, you listen as the crickets sing their song from nearby, it's strangely calming.

You make your way to the backyard and you budge the backyard door : locked.

You sigh and try what appears to be a bedroom window, it's unlocked.

You quietly tread in but manage to fall back ground and crumple inside the bedroom over a desk, knocking over several penitentiary and some out of practice old looking books.

You shut the window behind you and cull up the items you knocked over.

"Okay..focus."You whisper to yourself as you pull your telephone set out of your pouch to touch off your flashlight.

As the room lights up, you notice an copiousness of creepy looking matter ; skulls, a Black wooden bed physique matched in coloration by a thick overhead tapis, dolls that look like they are from the 18th century, a jar with a systema skeletale 's hand in it.

"What even is this place ?

Probably some weirdo or old swell lives here"you remark to yourself and research the desk drawers.

heaps of rings, these could betray well.

You pocket most of them when suddenly you hear a upstage door open.

You've never encountered this issue before.

"Oh no, what now ! ?"You panic and climb the desk in an attempt to flee the house.

But a chilling presence Newmarket you as you are about to exit the window.

"How daring you ! ?"You figure it's ameliorate to try to run. You hope he can't get a good looking at at you to place you with.

You try to jump out of the window but he grabs your shirt and pulls you back, you land on the ground on your back, painfully.

You are dazed for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry sir, it isn't what you think.

I promise."

He strikes a mates and lights the wax light on his bedside table, giving you pause as to why he didn't just call on on a light.

Through the candlelight you see his featured, a bearded, middle-aged looking man with very pallid looking hide and wickedness, his ruby red middle send iciness down your spine just looking at them, they look worn out, with sorry circles.

His hair is brunette and slicked back neatly.

You notice the pallid color of his lips.

Something feels..off about him.

Is he sick ?

He removes his scarlet colored overcoat and sigh at you

"What am I to do with you ? !"

"I..I don't know.

I'm sad okay !

Just let me go, here I'll I've back what I stole"you reach into your pockets and get rid of the closed chain you stole, setting them on the desk.

He walks towards you and catch your script, it is ice cold.

You grab your sound and try to shout out your friend to facilitate you but before you can, he scratches it out of your hired man and puts it on his bed stand

"Let me go !

Why are you so frigidity ! ?"

He pulls you to the bed, you struggle and try to plain him but he pins you down.

"Because I'm dead."

You laugh, clearly not believing him,"Uh. What are you even talking about ?"You inquire

Your laughter comes to a sudden stay as he swiftly bites your neck, you scream loudly until he covers your mouth.

He licks the gushing pedigree from your neck, you start to cry in pain

"Ow, you fucking monster !"

It stings so practically, you begin to feel weak.

You try to scream but he covers your mouthpiece

You feel the blood lightly trickle down your throat, he presses on your bite combat injury and drags the blood across your cheeks as he trails his finger down them.

"I may be a monster, as you tactlessly put it, but at to the lowest degree I'm not a thief."He glares down at you

"I'm ... sorry.

you whisper through his hand

"You will be."He replies, taking his paw off your mouth.

"As you probably know..my..physicality requires me to corroborate myself, and I think you'd make ...

He pauses for a abbreviated minute

a trade good plaything for me to use."

"As I was trying to explain to you, I am abruptly, as you might clear from my physical state, and I hunger for the speck of the living"

He drags his cold lifeless hired hand underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast under your bra.

"You forfeited your power to say no to my desires when you broke into my house and attempted to steal my possession"he continues.

"Please, stop, I am begging you !

You try to go his hand away from your knocker, but he is too strong."

"The fact that you thought that would turn is hilarious."He snickers at you

"It's been a prospicient time since I've enjoyed the flesh of a live victim.

You're warm, and your squirming makes the William Holman Hunt all the more rouse for me."

"Cut the Irish bull and let me go !"

"Why would I do that ? I'm having so much fun."He grins

"W..why are you doing this to me ! ?"

"Why would n't I ? The opportunity presented itself, I 'd be a fool not to take it. ''

He unbuttons your blouse button by clit. You freeze, knowing there probably is n't any way you can escape this. Your cervix sting again, and you cringe in both pain and sheer wretchedness of the situation.

He notices your anguish

'' I did n't need to be so rough with you, but you forced me to. ''

You plead,

'' There has to be another way, if you let me go I will never step foot anywhere near this place again. I wo n't distinguish anyone what you did to me, and I will never slip again. I wo n't even tell people..about ...

uh.. ''

that you 're a get laid vampire.. '' you look away from him and close your eyes. You do n't even believe what you 're saying, but in front of you is a clearly perfectly man, reaching behind your backrest to unclasp your bra. You stare back at his red eyes, there 's a certain allure about them.

'' Is it dependable ? This is insane. ''

'' It 's rightful. ''

A shudder creeps down your spine, you hoped he would n't say that. The coldness of the room makes your nipples erect.

'' But how can you even.. ?

you curl your lip

feel this kind of desire. ''

'' I grow tired of your eternal questioning. ''

'' I 'm regretful ''

He reaches underneath your shorts and panties, rubbing the outside of your pussy.

'' It 's dusty, please stop. I do n't like that ''

'' catch protesting ! ''

He sticks two fingerbreadth inside you, you ca n't serve but finger wet. `` Why ? '' you think to yourself. `` I do n't like this, why does my body betray me like this ? ! ``

'' No please ! '' you try to kick him, but he stops you

'' What, you do n't like a piddling foreplay ? fine, I suppose you 'd rather have it the hard way. ''

He removes his shirt and unbuttons his black pant, removing your dungaree shorts as he removes his boxers.

'' This could have been prosperous for you. ''

He throws the article of clothing on the storey and gets on top of you, sliding his stiff hard cock inside you. He breathes a cold icy breathing place on your lips, kissing the other side of your cervix and thrusting into you.

'' You 're dead ! This is n't right ! I do n't want this ! Let me go ! ! ! ''

He bites your neck opening and squeezes his jaw tightly, seemingly as to penalize you for your insolence. You gasp for air, breathless from the incredible infliction.

'' What a shame. ''

His peter suffering and barely can fit in your tight dead body. He sucks on your wound, draining your blood.

'' Please ... ''

He stops sucking on your bite, so to look out the blood pour naturally down your clavicle. He licks up your neck, tracing back the trail of origin.

'' You 're so warm, so tight, so lively. ''

He thrusts faster and hunt his fingers through your hair

'' So beautiful. ''

'' You 're a perfect toy, so alive. ''

You feel every inch of him, he lifts up your legs, the candlelight illuminating his corpse and veiny hammer. The dim visible light highlights his pale, ashen face and approximative features. You smile softly, without even realizing it. You ca n't help but bump it..oddly attractive. A piece of you loves this but knows how perverse and wrong it is.

'' But you 're dead ... ''

'' So ? ''

'' This is n't veracious ''

'' No ! This is n't right wing ! '' You begin to cry, you find yourself unable to handle your conflicting opinion.

'' Quiet. embracement this feeling ''

You grab his mitt, warming them up a bit.

'' I..I love it.. ''

'' I know ''

'' How ? '' you think to yourself

You close your heart and lead his hands to your clit as you feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, the way he uses you feels so proficient, better than any living man has ever fucked you. You feel your legs tremble and shake, your thighs tensing up.

'' give in. You do n't give a choice ''

'' I..I want to ''

You can feel your pussy Begin to spasm, it feels so skillful.

'' I ca n't dissemble anymore.. ''

'' Give in., '' he whispers in your ear

You ca n't serve yourself, and almost as if your consistency is separate from your judgement, you begin to orgasm uncontrollably on his cock, coating it with your juice. You feel a recondite good sense of shame.

He thrusts faster and intemperate before you can catch your breathing place he ejaculates inside you, filling you completely to the percentage point of it dripping out of you. He pulls out of you and set next to you, minute of arc pass in perfect secrecy. You watch the candle flicker hypnotically.

'' What now ? ''

'' You 'll stay with me of course. Leave your old life behind, depart from your old ways and serve me. Do n't feign like you did not love that mystifying down inside. ''

'' It was incorrect. I ca n't stay. ''

He grabs your hand to foreclose you from getting off the bed

'' Do n't act like you do n't want to, I can see right through you. ''

'' I want to ride out, but how can I leave my life behind like that ? ''

'' fountainhead you do n't take in a pick, you 're going to die soon and link me in death. ''

You rub your manus across your bite marks and realize the horror of what he told you, after a legal brief moment.

'' I..am ? ''

'' In a short while, yes. And you will serve my hunt in demise too, maybe you will revalue my point of sight when that happens. punter prepare for your new existence, plaything. ''

He grins and meets your regard .