PLEASURE

KIRA

Cold.

All I felt was my skin crawling as the cold assaulted it unashamedly. My clothing, or lack there of, was no help at all. I was clad in a  blue dress made of light material and it provided no comfort or protection from the goosebumps I was feeling.

“I feel like I’m going to be sick.”

After my botched escape, I was taken to a basement at the bottom-deck of the castle, put in a one-windowed room, my right hand was handcuffed to a chair with an iron chain and I was made to sit on the floor,  per Dante’s orders. One of the guards who brought me here said I ought to be treated like a prisoner since I had “taken Master’s kindness for granted.” I didn’t protest when I was being dragged here, figured it wasn’t worth it since I was outnumbered. Prince Dante made sure I was heavily guarded on my way here so that I won’t try anything funny.

Five vampire guards against one human gi