Refuse

I furrow my brow and shake my head. As horrible as being immobilized in some vampiric sex dungeon is, being **** and immobilized in a vampiric sex dungeon is worse.

“Open your mouth,” he repeats, taking a few steps closer. I shake my head again, doubting that I could actually get words out if I tried. “Fucks sake.”

The man whispers something to Scarlett that I can’t understand, before turning away and walking out of the room without another word, leaving the two of us alone. Her eyes follow him out, before turning back to me. She pauses, before coming in closer.

I pull back as best as I can, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. Scarlett doesn’t react, completely ignoring the panic covering my face. She quietly steadies my face with her hands, keeping me from looking away with less than no effort. Her eyes trace across my features for a moment, before leaning down to me.

Scarlett’s lips meet mine, just brushing against them for a moment, before coming back stronger. Any blood I had left in my face completely drains from it, my mind going blank at the feeling.

As soon as I feel her teeth chewing at my bottom lip, I relax my jaw, letting Scarlett slip her tongue in. The little logic my brain can work up screams that this is a bad idea, but I can’t help myself.

My tongue starts working with hers, when I taste blood in my mouth. I start to panic, but my near-inability to move stops me. I freeze in horror, hoping for it to end and knowing I can’t do anything about it.

After the longest thirty seconds of my life, I feel something inside me starting to shift. My body starts to re-inflate and my horror at the feeling of blood melts away. The taste of it changes, going from metallic to something unidentifiable; far more appealing, but impossible to pin down.

Before I get the chance to go for more blood, Scarlett pulls away from me, quickly licking the remaining blood from her lips. I try to reach up for her again, but my body still feels too weighed down for me to actually reach her.

“I don’t think so,” Scarlett half-murmurs, looking nearly wantingly down at me.

“Please,” is the only thing I can **** out, wanting more of whatever that blood stirred in me. My whole body feels hot and tingly from the experience.

She shakes her head again, before adding “Not now,” in a soft voice. Her fingers brush gently down the side of my face, before leaving the room from the same point her companion had earlier. I stare up at the ceiling, feeling my body struggling to come down smoothly from the high of getting her blood. Nothing I’ve tried in my life has come anywhere close to the effect this had on me, sex and Ecstacy included.

The room stays silent for God knows how long before my mind blanks out again and unconsciousness re-takes me.

Footsteps echoing through the empty space around me pull my mind back into the waking world. I look towards the wall the door must be behind and watch as Scarlett re-appears around it.

Without a word to me, she straddles my lower stomach, framing my shoulders with her hands and forearms. As soon as I feel her lips back on mine, I slack my jaw, letting her tongue in as fast as possible. She doesn’t seem startled by my sudden change in demeanor, and the blood starts flowing into me again. As soon as it hits my tongue, I feel my body starting to get warm again.

Something in my stomach gets tight, as I try to fight back the urge to search for more blood or rut my hips up against hers. Just as I start to lose my resolve and move my tongue to where the blood taste seems strongest, Scarlett pulls back again.

I try to reach for her again, before feeling my body get dragged back down. Her lips move nearly silently, saying something I can’t understand before she disappears again.

_“Come on,”_ I whisper to myself, feeling the high already shredding itself from my body.

“Just give it time,” her familiar voice responds before I hear her steps fading away from me again.

The feeling tears away faster this time than it had earlier. My body deflates as the euphoria goes, leaving in its place a headache and dragging emptiness.

God knows how many times this whole cycle repeated before it got too much for me to handle anymore. When Scarlett appears again from behind the opposite wall, I feel my mouth starting to water and my body starting to be drawn to hers, stronger than ever before. The hours to days of darkness and isolation started to get to me long before now, but, by this point, I can’t stand any more of it or the hangovers.

As much as I’ve known that I need a plan, the head high from all of it and the crash soon after have kept me from it. When she reaches me, I feel wheels in my brain starting to spin. I don’t have time to come up with a true plan, but that’s never stopped me before - besides, the urge for that high again won’t let me stay down here, dead sober for one more night. I have to make a move.