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I woke up to darkness, my heart racing as I struggled to remember where I was. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and memories of the previous day's events came flooding back. I was in the vampire prince's bedchamber.

I threw off the covers and stood up, looking around the unfamiliar room. How did I get here? Did he carry me? The thought of his touch made my skin crawl. I needed a shower, to wash away the feeling of his hands on me.

I spotted the bathroom door and hurried towards it, relieved to find a dimly lit candle burning inside. I sighed, feeling a sense of comfort in the soft light. I began to undo the intricate laces and corsets that held my dress in place, my fingers fumbling with the ties. Finally, I managed to remove everything, including my jewelry, and stood naked, ready to step into the bathtub.

But before I could turn on the tap, a figure appeared in front of me. I gasped, my heart racing, as I realized it was him – my husband, the vampire prince. I quickly grabbed my dress to cover myself, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

"H-h-how...did you get here?" I stuttered, trying to hide my embarrassment. His gaze never left my body, and a smirk spread across his face as he took a step closer to me.

"D-don't...you dare come any closer," I warned, trying to sound brave despite the fear that was rising up inside me. I pressed myself against the bathroom door, feeling trapped and vulnerable.

He looked directly into my eyes, his gaze piercing and intense. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

His eyes roamed over my face, then my half-naked body, and finally, my neck. His eyes turned a deep, blood-red color, and his fangs drew out, gleaming in the dim light. I was paralyzed with fear, my heart racing with the thought that he might drain the life out of me.

His skin, already pale, turned even paler, and I could see the tension in his body. His eyes darted back to my face, then my lips, and he smirked, a devious glint in his eye. "Don't go to the bathroom without my permission, Princess," he mocked me.

I felt a surge of anger at his words. "What do you mean? Am I not your prisoner?" I spat, trying to keep my voice steady.

He chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "You don't get it, do you? You are my prisoner. Your family sold you to me in exchange for protection for their kingdom. You're mine to play with, to fuck, and to feed from."

His hands roamed over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers were cold, and I could feel the goosebumps rising on my skin. Suddenly, he dragged the clothes away from me, leaving me bare and exposed. I screamed, trying to cover myself with my hands.

He gazed at my naked form, his eyes roaming over me with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. "You're not my type," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "And besides, what are you covering? You have an ugly body, but I'll manage."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I felt a deep sense of shame and humiliation. No man had ever seen me naked before, and now this monster was standing in front of me, mocking my body.

He carried me to the bed, and I yelped in fear as he dropped me onto the soft mattress. I tried to scramble away from him, but he was too quick. He started unbuckling his belt, and I realized with horror what he intended to do.

"Don't touch me!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. "Please!"

He smirked, his eyes glinting with cruelty as he shed his clothes. I knew I was powerless to stop him, and that thought filled me with a deep sense of despair.