It is one in the morning, you are on your common home plate burglary spree.

You've never been caught yet, you make trusted you leave no trail behind.

You're a cold and senseless psychopath who only cares about getting her swag by the end of the night.

Your following target is a theater on the box 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 collide with !

You can't aid but smile at the perfect set of consideration that have led you to this moment.

The street lamp is out, allowing you the concealment of swarthiness to snarf by.

You quickly and quietly approach the movement porch and equal into the window, you notice there isn't a single light 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 side yard gate and you hop over it, measured to be as quiet as possible.

You tiptoe through the side G, you listen as the crickets sing their songs 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 step in but manage to fall behind ground and spill inside the sleeping accommodation over a desk, knocking over several pens and some rusty old looking books.

You shut the windowpane behind you and foot up the point you knocked over.

"Okay..focus."You whisper to yourself as you pull your earphone out of your pocket to activate your flashlight.

As the room lights up, you notice an abundance of creepy looking things ; skulls, a black wooden bed physical body matched in color by a thick budget items tapestry, dolls that look like they are from the 18th century, a jar with a skeleton 's script in it.

"What even is this place ?

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

piles of tintinnabulation, these could sell well.

You pocket to the highest degree of them when suddenly you hear a distant doorway opened.

You've never encountered this way out before.

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

But a shuddery presence closure you as you are about to conk the window.

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

You try to jump out of the windowpane but he grabs your shirt and pulling you back, you land on the ground on your book binding, painfully.

You are dazed for a few seconds.

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

I promise."

He strikes a compeer and lights the taper on his bedside board, giving you pause as to why he didn't just turn on a light.

Through the candlelight you see his featured, a bearded, middle-aged looking man with very wan looking skin and dark, his ruby red eyes send thrill down your rachis just looking at them, they look worn out, with drear 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 orange red colored overcoating and sigh at you

"What am I to do with you ? !"

"I..I don't know.

I'm sorry okay !

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

He walks towards you and grabs your hand, it is ice cold.

You grab your earpiece and try to holler your friend to avail 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 cold ! ?"

He pulls you to the bed, you struggle and try to sound off 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 laugh comes to a sudden stop as he swiftly bites your neck, you scream loudly until he covers your mouth.

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

"Ow, you fucking monster !"

It stings so much, you begin to feel weak.

You try to hollo but he covers your mouth

You feel the blood lightly trickle down your throat, he presses on your pungency wound and drags the ancestry across your cheeks as he trails his fingers down them.

"I may be a monster, as you tactlessly put it, but at least 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 hand off your mouth.

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

He pauses for a brief moment

a skillful plaything for me to use."

"As I was trying to explain to you, I am dead, as you might realise from my strong-arm res publica, and I hunger for the mite of the animation"

He drags his cold lifeless bridge player underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast under your bra.

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

"Please, stop, I am begging you !

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

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

"It's been a recollective time since I've enjoyed the frame of a bouncy victim.

You're warm, and your squirming makes the hunt all the more turn on for me."

"Cut the shite and let me go !"

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

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

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

He unbuttons your blouse button by button. You freeze, knowing there probably is n't any way you can escape this. Your neck stings again, and you cringe in both painful sensation and sheer misery of the site.

He notices your anguish

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

You plead,

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

uh.. ''

that you 're a have it off 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 suddenly man, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You stare back at his red eyes, there 's a sure allure about them.

'' Is it true ? This is mad. ''

'' It 's admittedly. ''

A chill creeps down your vertebral column, you hoped he would n't say that. The iciness of the room makes your mamilla erect.

'' But how can you even.. ?

you curl your lip

feel this kind of desire. ''

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

'' I 'm sad ''

He reaches underneath your underdrawers and panties, rubbing the exterior of your pussy.

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

'' Stop protesting ! ''

He sticks two fingers inside you, you ca n't assist but feel wet. `` Why ? '' you think to yourself. `` I do n't wish this, why does my torso betray me like this ? ! ``

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

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

He removes his shirt and unbuttons his black trousers, removing your jean shortstop as he removes his packer.

'' This could birth been easier for you. ''

He throws the clothing on the floor and gets on top of you, sliding his stiff hard hammer inside you. He breathes a inhuman icy breath on your lips, kissing the early English of your neck opening and thrusting into you.

'' You 're perfectly ! This is n't justly ! I do n't want this ! Let me go ! ! ! ''

He bites your neck and thrust his jaw tightly, seemingly as to punish you for your cheekiness. You gasp for air, breathless from the unbelievable pain.

'' What a shame. ''

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

'' Please ... ''

He stops sucking on your bite, so to take in the blood pour naturally down your clavicle. He licks up your cervix, tracing back the trail of bloodline.

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

He thrusts faster and runs his fingerbreadth through your hair

'' So beautiful. ''

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

You feel every inch of him, he lifts up your ramification, the candlelight illuminating his stiff and veiny cock. The dim igniter highlights his pale, ashen face and gravelly feature article. You smile softly, without even realizing it. You ca n't help but find it..oddly attractive. A part of you loves this but knows how perverse and untimely it is.

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

'' So ? ''

'' This is n't right ''

'' No ! This is n't right ! '' You begin to cry, you find yourself unable to do by your conflicting feeling.

'' Quiet. Embrace this look ''

You grab his hands, warming them up a bit.

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

'' I know ''

'' How ? '' you think to yourself

You close your middle and maneuver his custody to your clit as you feel yourself getting closer to an climax, the way he uses you feel so good, upright than any living man has ever fucked you. You feel your legs tremble and shake, your thighs tensing up.

'' spring in. You do n't have a choice ''

'' I..I want to ''

You can feel your twat Menachem Begin to spasm, it feels so goodness.

'' I ca n't profess anymore.. ''

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

You ca n't facilitate yourself, and almost as if your body is separate from your mind, you begin to orgasm uncontrollably on his shaft, coating it with your juice. You feel a late sensory faculty of ignominy.

He thrusts faster and harder before you can catch your intimation he ejaculates inside you, filling you completely to the point of it dripping out of you. He pulls out of you and lays future to you, minutes pass in complete silence. You watch the wax light waver hypnotically.

'' What now ? ''

'' You 'll last out with me of course. forget your old life sentence behind, depart from your old style and serve me. Do n't profess like you did not enjoy that abstruse down inside. ''

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

He grabs your hand to forbid 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 stay, but how can I leave my liveliness behind like that ? ''

'' Well you do n't have a choice, you 're going to die soon and link up me in end. ''

You rub your paw across your bite First Baron Marks of Broughton and see the horror of what he told you, after a brief moment.

'' I..am ? ''

'' In a short patch, yes. And you will serve my hunt in death too, maybe you will appreciate my point of view when that happens. punter prepare for your new existence, plaything. ''

He grins and meets your gaze .