There were no words to adequately capture the excruciating pain that Velma experienced as the vampire's razor-sharp teeth pierced her delicate flesh. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a searing agony that seemed to consume every fiber of her being. Blood erupted from the wound, cascading out like a relentless torrent, painting the scene in a macabre display.
Her vision blurred, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pain, and she let out a primal scream that pierced the stillness of the dense forest. The sound reverberated through the trees, echoing her torment back to her in a haunting chorus. Writhing in anguish, she fought desperately to break free from the vampire's vice-like grip, but her feeble struggles were futile, as if she were trapped in an unyielding grip of darkness.
