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The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

rach_sales · Fantasía
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Cooldown

Samantha's eyes flew open as a searing pain shot through her chest. She gasped, clutching at the sheets, but there was no glow emanating from her hands. She had been dreaming.

In a panic, she looked around the room, her gaze landing on Marcus, who had rushed to her bedside.

"Samantha! I heard you cry out. What happened?"

Samantha released a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves. "It... it was just a dream. But it felt so real."

Marcus's brow furrowed with concern as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Tell me about it."

Samantha recounted the vivid images that had flashed through her mind - the car, the sanctuary, the impending war. As she spoke, Marcus's expression grew increasingly serious.

"Belmont and the hunters," he murmured. "This is troubling. Even without any special powers, the stress of the situation must have been weighing heavily on you."