She resists in vain

[Roll: 9]

Jesebel couldn't help being on all fours, she'd fallen when she'd been pushed into the room and she didn't have the strength to stand.

She was able to hold herself back from crawling forwards, but that was it. She couldn't stand, or even offer a verbal protest.

"Oh, what's wrong, did I drink a little too much?" Demmerain grabbed the back of Jesebel's maid uniform and, with a flick of the wrist, sent the hunter flying across the room.

Landing comfortably in the vampire's bed.

It was so soft, Jesebel found herself unable to lift herself up.

And she didn't have long to resist, as she felt a powerful figure appear and pin her to the bed.

"Now, my pet, let's see what drove you to enter my mansion." Demmerain placed her forehead against the back of Jesebel's, and the hunter felt something red-hot pouring into her mind. She gasped, writhing in the covers of the vampire's bed, feeling as if the vampire's hand was feeling around in her brain. "Ah, I see. There was a boy. Not just any boy, one from a famous clan of vampire hunters. You sought to prove yourself by slaying me." The vampire laughed. "You were so distracted by your dreams of the future during your talks I cannot even tell who gave you the idea and sent you here. They either hate you or they are a fool to send you alone."

Tears began to fall from Jesebel's eyes. This sensation was not painful, not in any way she'd ever felt before. But it was so deeply invasive, every part of her life and who she was, all of it was being perused by her vampiric captor. "Hmmm, they've certainly built up quite the force in the past decade. It seems slaying a few weaklings and doubling down on their training has left them in a good position. Were they to muster their entire force, they maybe be able to slay even me. But the costs would be high, and none of the leaders seem ambitious or desperate enough to make such a play. It seems I'll need to upgrade my defenses, but as long as I stay here I should be fine."

Finally, the vampire pulled her head away from Jesebel's, and the girl felt the invasive object leave her mind. She was limp, lying helpless on the vampire's bed. She could tell her mind had been weakened by the experience, and she had almost nothing left that could even be called a sense of self.

Could she find a way out of this desperate situation?