“Come now, don’t be shy. I know you’re there.” Liz stands in the empty hallway facing forward, but now with a smile. “Surely you haven’t forgotten that I can sense you. I always know, Dear.”
Quicker than the average eye could see, Liz is constricted in the tight grip of someone from behind, her arms pinned at her sides and her body immobilized. She can feel the breath of someone against her neck and it sends a shiver down her spine. Soon she feels the light graze of two sharp fangs across the side of her neck, giving her an even greater sensation of pleasure.
“Perhaps you can sense me, but your defense skills are clearly rusty. You’d be dead by now.”
