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He grabbed her and forced her back against the wall. Her head collided with the plaster wall and dazed her instantly. Before she could come to her senses he was against her. He pinned her to the wall with her arms over her head, wrists held tight in one strong hand, while the other held her head twisted to the right at a painful angle. He bent his head to her neck before scraping his fangs across her neck. She gave a terrible shudder and clenched her teeth against the pain she knew was to come.

His teeth peirced her skin just below her ear. He went directly for her jugular for the torture he planned to deliver. After sealing his lips over the wounds, he pulled his fangs from the flesh to allow the blood to flow freely. Her life's blood had the effect of a sweet wine. On and on, he drank. Always aware of the pain he caused her.

His venom had entered her body when he'd bitten her. Her veins, which previously carried her blood, now carried his venom which spread through her body to her vital organs and ate at them like ants at a picnic, eating away little by little causing the most excruciating pain. Death on the rack would be less painful than this.

She began to shiver after a while and her flesh became cold to the touch. She refused to waist her time with begging or fighting what he was doing and reverted to self preservation. She flexed her extremities in attempt to get a little blood to flow into her limbs. She relaxed against the wall so she didn't have to balance on her own or use him for a crutch. Her body began shivering to get warm. Her breathing became erratic so as to help oxygen flow into what little blood she had left. His venom was rather painful, it drained her energy just as he drained her blood. She yelped when it reached her heart for it was even more painful there. Then his venom moved up her jugular on its way to her brain, but before it could he drank it in with her blood. That pain was gone from her after a while, and for the time she had to suffer from it, at least now it was merely a memory.

What she couldn't help was the anemic thirst that was suddenly inside her. Hunger knawed at her insides as if she'd been starving for eight days. The insane hunger was the worst of the pain.