"Why do I let him do this to me?"
Eliza pondered to herself as she examined her battered body. Bruises, bite marks and gashes, some over wounds that have yet to heal, riddle her curvy soft delicate form. Every night her vampire lover, Caele, visits her bed chamber to ravish her brutally and to taste the sweetness of her vitae.
Alias! Her suitors have tried to free her of her abusive addiction to him. In his jealous rage, Caele murders them for no other can have her. Thus leaving poor Eliza defenseless and under his complete and mesmerizing control. She longs for his touch as well as retreats from him for she knows that it is wrong to love something so wretched and foul as a vampire.
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