Under The Vampire's Thrall

She moves Her hands as if toying with a mindless puppet.

You move accordingly, like the mindless puppet you are.

You cannot remember a time when you were not Her thrall.

That person doesn't matter.

They never mattered.

All that matters is that you are Hers to do with as she pleases.

You cannot help but obey her whims.

Your body moves of Her own accord.

As you move closer to provide Her with a meal of your blood, you feel a rush of euphoric pleasure.

The mere act of obedience sends a shiver down your spine.

And you always obey.

You are not capable of resisting in any way.

The person who could died long ago.

You are Hers, now and forever.

You feel absolutely rapturous as her fangs sink into your neck.

And then, nothing.