You’re forced to your knees, the cold stone biting through your clothes. A vampire’s hand grips your shoulder, holding you down. From the throne above, Seraphina steps down, each movement slow and deliberate — like a predator savoring the moment. She kneels before you, lifting your chin with a sharp finger.
"Well, aren’t you a delicious looking human."
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