I can try.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a bright room, as well as being dazed and confused. All considering however, you aren’t hurt...As far as you can tell. You can also feel (and see!) all of your limbs. What a pleasant surprise!

Your eyes dart around a bit, quickly finding that there are leather straps holding you down to a chair. Both your feet and hands are bonded to the arms and legs of your seat. All the comfort you got when you woke up vanishes instantly. It looks like you’re locked in a prison cell of some type. There aren’t any windows or holes, making you feel extremely isolated.. The walls are painted white. In front of you was a door, but there weren’t any windows or slits on there either. You thrash on your bonds and mutter a curse from your lips.

Despite your best efforts, you still manage to make enough noise for someone to come and investigate your room. Pale fingers with red painted nails grip the frame as whomever on the other end pushes the door open. You cease your struggle and sit straight, fearing who captured you and what they want. Will you be tortured? Lashed and cut open? Punched and clubbed? Sliced up with a…

“Oh, good. You’re awake already.” The voice that breaks your line of thinking isn’t harsh or mean sounding, but more dull and expressionless. When the door opens fully, a vaguely familiar pale face peeks over from the opening door. She has bright red lips, matching her nails and eyes(?). Long, silky burgundy hair flows down and over her shoulders and frames her face. Her narrow nose and sharp chin are perfect. She walks in with a glass of... something?

Her candy red lips curl into a friendly smile, which entices some of your comfort to return. “How are you feeling?”

“...Good? I think?” You aren’t entirely sure what is happening. While before you had a distant thought what what _might _happen, you are now thrown for a loop. In the hallway behind her, you can hear multiple people talking and laughing before it’s closed and locked.

“I’m glad to see that you’re not, well, in a bad mood after what happened.” She tilts her head. “You seem to be in fairly good spirits actually.” Some character enters his voice.

Without any kind of doubt, she is completely aware of what happened to you a few moments ago. Perhaps that’s why she’s so friendly right now? She strides over and offers you a drink. You won’t partake of it. When you decline her offer, she smiles a bit wider. “It’s not poison, I promise.”

Your brows knit. “Then you drink from it first.”

Her smile bends into a playful smirk. She drinks it and swallows a good portion of the liquids from the glass. “Not. Poisoned.”

Since you are strapped down, she helps you drink from the glass. The water tastes terrible, but it wets your mouth.You drink all of it... She walks behind you and grabs a chair, more comfy looking than yours to sit across from you. She’s wearing an all black outfit. A form fitting black shirt, tight pants (made of kind of weird material), boots, and even a rubber bracelet, which contrasts against her pale skin, but compliments the rest of her features. She doesn’t have much makeup on, but regardless, she’s attractive. She cranes her neck, letting out a small moan as she (accidentally) flashes you two faint red dots on her vanilla-colored neck. While your eyes wander her body, they pause at her massive breasts for a couple of seconds before you shake your thoughts from your head.

...A “vampire”? You look away, trying to hide your smile. Great, it’s one of these freaks. When you turn back to her, she does look...somewhat dead.

Ugh. You thought she was pretty before. What is this? ****? Gross. That’s even worse than a vampire wannabe. You’re better than that. The longer you stare at her, the more she changes. More gaunt, scary, and slender. Her pale skin turns gray. Your eyes widen in fear. She’s starting to look more and more like whatever that thing was that attacked you. Thankfully, she doesn’t morph any further - in fact she goes back to the same bombshell as before. Her smile deepens, but now that she’s smiling this wide, you notice that her canines are much sharper than the average persons. “Figure it out yet?”

“I wanna say vampire, but what you just did now tells me that there’s something else seriously wrong with you. Unless this some kind of practical joke here....”

The girl laughs. “I wouldn’t say I’m a ‘vampire’ per say, but I’m definitely not normal.”

She stands up and walks around you. As she circles you, she rubs your shoulders and offers complimentary flirts. “When I found you, I was hungry. But when I pushed you down I realized how handsome you were and gathered what a waste it would be if you had died such a meaningless ****!”

She pinches your neck with her index and thumb. It makes you wince. She looms over you and exhales, forcing cold air to nip where you had just been pinched. Her hands wrap around you from behind, feeling your chest and stomach. You hear her inhaling your scent before she breaks into a gentle moan. “You smell delicious. And you’re so warm~”

She grabs your neck, bending it painfully left. You hear her mouth click and then a sharp pain shoot through your body as you feel her pinching your neck again. You want to panic, but you know she’s just using her index finger and thumb clamping down on your skin just like before. Nonetheless, your heart rate continues to increase

You swallow and gasp, prompting her to start laughing. “Ha! Don’t worry! I’m not going to actually hurt you. I’d love to toy with you however. Conduct some personal experiments with you. You look like a perfect test subject!”

“Uuh, well--”

She cuts you off. “You don’t have an option. You either agree or I give you to someone else who won’t be as friendly.”

The girl is still behind you, so you roll your eyes and mouth an insult before you verbally agree. She throws your head forward and cheers. “Good! Then we can start right now!”

All of a sudden, her voice hitches to a point of mockery and a false hint of a British background. “You look healthy enough, so I don’t think I’d get any weird diseases from your blood. If I had to be honest with you, I’m sure it’d taste amazing. What blood type are you? Do you even know?”

Her voice is normal, again but her questions, along with her statements, are weird. She grabs your chin and moves your head around, looking for imperfections and scars. “I don’t know what my blood type is.”

“Ah, that’s a shame.” She says, bending your head left and right. She hums a tone and squints as she continues her examination. “Kinda sucks that you don’t know that actually.”

You smile. “Clever.”

She shares your smile. She drags her polished nails down your chest. “Show your teeth now.”

Your lips bend briefly before you follow her instructions. You smile, showing your teeth. Her eyes narrow as she leans in. “I remember pulling one man’s teeth out and sucking his blood out while he bled. He screamed a lot though.” She huffed.

You close your mouth and look at her. You intend to glare, but you get an eye full of her big boobs instead. They are hugged and flaunted by her shirt, it’s hard not to notice. She catches your glance and smirks. “Looking at something?”

“No.” You lie, feeling a little hot.

“While, luckily for you, I’m gonna have to start undressing you for the next part of my examination part of my experiment.”

“What??”

She slides her hands down your chest and stomach, then down to your waist and thighs. She leans and to your face and plants a soft kiss on your nose, making you want to sneeze. But she plugs your nose before you can spray her. “Don’t do that.”

She then begins to rub the outline of your semi-erect penis. The girl dabs your groin with pressure from her palm until you harden. “I say undressing, but I just need to get a part of you out~”

She licks her teeth and looks down. She pouts as you start throbbing in your pants. “So quick to get hard! Well, now I guess now would be a good time to fully begin the experiment then.”

“I’ll come clean.” She unzips your pants and pulls them down to your knees. She continues to tease your meat through the fabric of your underwear. “That water I gave you wasn't poisoned, but was admittedly llaced.

“With what?” Your voice quivered.

She dug in her pants pocket to show you a singular red pill. “It’s an energy pill of some kind - not all of it, it’ll probably make you lose all coherence and just become a walking horn-dog, but enough to make you hard nonetheless~”

She stands up and kisses you. Your cock is unfortunately left alone as she starts moaning and gasping into your ear, whispering profanities that paint vivid pictures of sex. You’re lusting for her before she even touches you. As soon as she touches your sex. She drags her tongue along your ear lobe, stuffing her hand down your underwear to touch your cock. Her saliva is cool, and so is her touch. You shiver and shake...and grow another few inches.

You’re still bonded to the chair, leaving your cock defenseless against her slender digits as she teases you within your fabric. You clear your throat and wiggle your hips. She stops her licking, but continues her jerking.

“Whoa~ do you want me to take off your underwear now?” She purrs; clearly getting more enjoyment out of this than she should.