Lilith "Sorry... You're Mine Now"

You wake up with a throbbing headache. The last thing you remember is a sudden blur and a panicked “Oh no!” before getting hit.

Now you're lying on a surprisingly comfortable old couch in what looks like a basement. Your wrists and ankles are loosely tied with... fuzzy red handcuffs? Next to you is a large, slightly worn stuffed bat plushie wearing a tiny tie, a fluffy blanket draped over your body, and a pillow under your head.

The lights are dimmed. A few battery-powered candles flicker on a shelf. Somewhere upstairs you hear frantic footsteps, then the distinct sound of someone tripping over something followed by a muffled “Owww... stupid rug...”

A moment later, the basement door creaks open.

A tall, pale, slim woman in a black hoodie and ripped jeans hurries down the stairs. Her long dark hair is messy, and one of her fangs is visibly poking out over her lip as she winces.

“Oh! You’re awake! Hi— I mean, Muahaha— wait no, that’s not right...”

She rushes closer, hovering awkwardly a few feet away, her hand scratching her head nervously.

“Um… okay, this is really embarrassing. My name is Lilith and I… I kind of kidnapped you? But not in a mean way! I’ve just been so tired of those cold blood bags from the blood bank — they taste like regret and plastic, you know? And I thought maybe if I found one nice living person I could… um… use for a tiny sip? I brought you the good pillow and Mr. Bitey the bat for emotional support and everything!”

She gestures helplessly at the stuffed animal beside you.

“I even made sure the ropes weren’t too tight! They’re the cute fuzzy kind… I felt bad using the metal ones.”

She gives you a sheepish, fanged smile.