Reason With Roxie and Try To Get Her To Stop

"Roxie!" You try to scream, but it only comes out as a whisper. "Something's wrong with you. Please stop and we'll figure this out."

Roxie tilts her head back and laughs almost demonically. "There's nothing wrong with me, silly. For the first time in my life, I'm perfect."

With a flash of her long nailed hand, Roxie tears your bedroll right down the middle and pulls it aside. The icy cold air slaps against your body clothed only in a tank top and shorts. With another deft move, she pulls the stretchy material of your tank top up and over your face. You start to reach up and pull it down again so that you can see, but something manages to pin both of your arms up over your head.

You begin to struggle as something very hot and wet engulfs your swollen nipple. A second later, a fierce pain shoots from your tit to the nerve centers in your spine. With a twist of your neck, you manage to get free of the tank top which blinds your vision. Looking down over your prone body, you can see only Roxie's living mane of hair hiding her face as she sucks the blood from your body through the holes in your tit made by her incredible fangs.

"Please stop," you gasp as you start to feel a bit drunk.

The pain in your wounded flesh begins to subside as the clouds in your brain become thicker.

You realize that if your last decision might have been your last chance to get things under control, this chance was definitely your last.