Thump. Thump.

In Samantha's bedroom.

"I can't lose," Morgan gasps as he tightens his hold on the chain. He forcefully tugs it, and his veins on his neck and forehead jut out like it's going to sever first. "I can't lose… to that witch!" He grits in despair.

Morgan has a strong will to break the chain off. But sadly, despite having the strong will to hang on, his legs collapse in the end.

Morgan plops down on the floor and breaths weightily. His body surrenders, fatigue and perspiration occupies his whole face. His energy is entirely depleted since he has been trying to break free from the shackle.

A shackle is an object. Its strength is limitless. This is unable to feel pain, unable to feel exhaustion. What is Morgan odd of winning against it?

Morgan's wrist and palms feel awful now. It swells and is burning terribly. It seems that anytime soon, it will bleed.

Samantha is lucky enough. She doesn't need to waste another effort to get him back. Because his plan to break the shackle is more likely not gonna happen, he is now freaking dog-tired. He no longer has a bit of strength to pull his hand off from this loathful lock.

He simply is mistreating himself. It's impossible for him to unleash something that the devil put into him.

Eventually, Morgan lies down headfirst on the floor as his dry and cracking lips open wide, chasing after his breath.

'Is my life from now on going to be like this?' Morgan's mind asks in agony. 'How long will I last? How many days do I have left to hold on with this miserable life of mine?'

Morgan's eyelids shut in their own accord, which he hears Samantha's exultant laughter for him the moment darkness occupies his vision. His heart aches, and from the edges of his eyes, tears silently stream down on the floor. 

Morgan have yet to recover from weariness, but something else tortures him again, waking his bornout soul.

His lips clench tightly into a curvy line when his intestines writhe from hunger all of the sudden. It is unbearably painful. His body curls into a ball in response as he buries his fists on his stomach.

How long does Samantha plan to famish him?

Morgan has had no decent meal for several weeks, and starving him for another whole night and day without even taking a drop of water is too much for him to endure. Even if he keeps telling himself that he doesn't need her food and water, his intestines can't hold on any longer. 

It's been 24 hours since Samantha abandoned him, and only herself knows when she will return.

Morgan is caught between laughter and tears. He can't think of other things to do other than this. 

'If I manage to survive, I swear I'll kill her if I get a chance.' Morgan swears in his mind. 'If I die, I'll sell my soul in Hell to give me power. I'll return to this world to make her pay for everything!! I'll—'

A violent grip snaps Morgan out of his illusionary dream. It immediately causes his eyes to flip open, and finds himself being suspended upside down horizontally in the air by Samantha's powerful hands.

Samantha harshly tosses him on the bed. His eyes dilate a little as he catches a look of her current state while his body falls on the bed like a fallen leaf.

Samantha's hair is a mess. Blood is all over her clothes and face, like she just gobbles a huge piece of blood-dripping meat. She stares her bloody red eyes at Morgan with an indescribable desire. Her body feels an intense excitement seeing him lying on the bed.

Morgan thinks that he has become numb from fear since she left him yesterday, but seeing her right now like this, angst appears in his teary eyes.

Morgan opens his lips, mumbling something, but everything is incomprehensible. Even Samantha, who has an exceptionally keen hearing, fails to understand him.

She only hears the beats of her heart, which happens for the first time in her thousand years of existence. 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She finds the sound of her heartbeat so beautiful. It makes her feel so alive, but also awakes the sleeping beast inside her.

Samantha spends 24 hours drinking vampire blood to appease the beast in her. However, everything is wasted. The beast is asking her to offer Morgan to her.

She badly wants to feel him. Only him. Inside her.

Samantha clutches her heart as her gaze on him becomes darker.  

"I want you… now!" She groans with a hint of excitement. She leaps on the bed and flips Morgan's body to face her in a haste manner, as if she's just turning a mere table upside down, not a person. She then makes him lie straight and eagerly sits on his lap.

Samantha wastes no time. Gritting her teeth, she shreds his clothes. 

At the sight of his naked body, twinkles fill her eyes. Lust and craving for his body explodes in her, she wants to devour him whole while indulging herself with heavenly pleasure. 

She runs her nose on his body and sniffs his aromatic scent. That flares up her sadistic desire instantly into the peak degree of bliss.

Samantha completely loses her rationality. She forgets who she really is. 

With a single tug of the fabric, her dress is totally torn, filling their ears with the slitting sounds. The sound makes Samantha let out a playful moan.

Morgan trembles in horror. He is shooing her off his body through his deadly glare, but she ignores it. So he attempts to verbally curse her, but exhaustion ruins his voice, he can't utter any words.

He curses her in his mind instead. His mind is resisting her, but his body is not cooperating with him. 

Other than shivering, he stays lying under her, and his shaking body only turns on Samantha even more.

Samantha presses her body against his as she reaches out for his c*ck. She caresses it playfully as she allows her perfect breasts to rub on his chest. 

Samantha moans, pleasure creeps all over her body as she feels his intoxicating warmth touches her cold skin. Evil smirk forms on her bloodstained lips when his seemingly unaffected c*ock finally responds and erects.

Samantha positions hers on his, and with an unreserved violent move, she thrust herself on him, allowing his big c*ck inserts deeper inside her.

"Auh!!" Samantha's delightful scream resonates in four corners of the room, not because of the pain, but because of the relish that she is receiving.

She keeps thrusting in and out brutally, crowding the room with the noise of their body colliding and bed squeaking. 

Samantha suddenly finds these sounds pleasing in her ears, especially as she hears her own moans playing along with these noises.

This is Samantha's first time. But since the vampire doesn't fear pain, her brutal move impacts nothing else, only an overwhelming pleasure. Until… she feels reaching her climax. She cruelly hooks her nails on his shoulders which cause Morgan's body to arch a little from pain, and leans herself on him. She drowns her scream inside his mouth as she reaches her climax.

After that moment of pleasure, Samantha continues to explore his body. She runs her nails on every inch of his body as she keeps on grinding above him. Because of that, bloody lines appear all over his skin.

Samantha hugs him tightly into a sitting position as hers continues to swallow his c*ck. She dominantly grinds on him and heartily moans.

Morgan is neither rejecting nor reciprocating. She finally notices it and gnashes her teeth in frustration as she growls, "Move with me or I'll kill you– Oh shit!"

There's not enough time for her to care whether he is moving or not. She again feels her climax approaching.

Her body bends on her back from the anticipation as she grinds on him harder and harder, faster and faster. 

As she reaches her climax for the second time, she is too absorbed with the pleasure. Her fangs grow as she suddenly sits upright, scrunching up her face on the crook of his neck, allowing her fangs to aim on his veins.

This is it. Samantha is going to bite him. But in a split second,  as the glee slips by and his tears drop on her face at the same time, she comes to her senses and comes to an abrupt halt before she can prick her fangs on his neck.

Too close.

She releases him as she pulls herself away from him in a flash, letting him fall on the bed limply.

Samantha runs her hands on her head and pulls her hair as she notices the tears from his eyes.

'Goodness gracious me! What did I do to him?' Samantha exclaims in disbelief although she clearly knows what just happened. She shakes her head, and runs off with unsettled thoughts in her head.