| Resident Evil Village | Chapter 3 - Captive

Jacob stirred, the world swimming into focus around him like a poorly tuned TV. He blinked, his eyes straining to adjust to the dimly lit, opulent chamber. The smell of dust and decay clung to the air like a thick shroud, a stark contrast to the grandeur of the surroundings. His wrists and ankles burned, stretched tight against the unseen restraints that held him suspended from the ceiling. He tested them with a feeble tug, only to be met with a bite of pain that shot through his body. He was naked, his skin sticky with cold sweat and the faint metallic tang of fear.

The memory of what happened crashed into him like a tidal wave, the cackling of the Morros echoing in his mind. He recalled the way they'd descended upon him, their eyes gleaming with hunger as they tore at his clothes. The frenzied feeding had been a whirlwind of pain and panic, their fangs sinking deep into his flesh, sending jolts of agony through his veins. Yet, as the initial horror subsided, something else had crept in, something primal and unwelcome. His body had responded to the violence in a way that disgusted him, his cock swelling despite the terror. He felt his cheeks flushing with shame at the recollection, his breathing growing shallow.

He struggled to compose himself, his eyes darting around the chamber. The walls were adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of macabre feasts and bloody rituals, the flickering candlelight casting grotesque shadows that danced across the floor. The only sound was the distant patter of footsteps and the occasional creak of the castle's ancient timbers. His heart raced as he anticipated the return of his captors.

The door to the chamber swung open with an eerie groan, revealing the silhouette of a figure in the doorway. The light grew as the figure stepped into the room, and Jacob's eyes widened in a mix of awe and horror as Lady Dimitrescu's towering form emerged from the shadows. Her long, black dress trailed behind her like a river of ink, and her claws clicked against the stone floor with every step she took. She tilted her head slightly to the side, her golden eyes gleaming with curiosity as she took in his nakedness.

"Ah, you're awake," she said, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. "How delightful."

Jacob's mouth was dry as he managed to croak out a response, "W-who are you?"

Lady Dimitrescu's full smile revealed her sharp, gleaming fangs. "I am Lady Dimitrescu, the lady of this castle," she said, her accent thick and exotic. "And you, my dear, are a most delightful morsel that has found its way into my clutches."

Her gaze raked over him, taking in every inch of his trembling form. She stepped closer, the scent of ancient earth and a faint hint of perfume preceding her. "You must be wondering how you came to be here," she mused, tracing a clawed finger along his jawline. "But fear not, for your purpose is quite simple."

Jacob swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "What... what is it you want from me?"

Lady Dimitrescu's laugh was a symphony of amusement and malice. "I want to show you the true meaning of hospitality," she said, her eyes sparkling with a predatory light. She reached up and stroked the side of his face, her cold, clawed fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps. "But first, let us get you dressed appropriately for dinner."

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a small, hunched figure into the room. It shuffled over, holding out a tray of clothing. The items were reminiscent of what the castle's staff might wear: simple, yet well-tailored shirts and trousers, made of a fabric that was surprisingly soft to the touch. She leaned in, her breath a whisper of cold against his ear. "I trust you can manage this on your own?"

Jacob nodded, his voice a barely audible squeak. She stepped back, watching him intently as he fumbled with the restraints. The fabric of the shirt was rough against his skin as he managed to slip it over his head, the trousers following suit with trembling hands. Each movement sent waves of pain through his bitten limbs, but he was too afraid to protest. He knew he had to play along, to survive.

Lady Dimitrescu's gaze never left him as he dressed, her eyes lingering on the fresh bite marks that marred his body. "You see, my dear," she began, her voice smooth as velvet, "You possess something quite extraordinary. Something that could be of great use to us."

Jacob paused in his fumbling, his heart racing as he met her gaze. "What do you mean?"

"You, my sweet man-thing," Lady Dimitrescu purred, her golden eyes gleaming with something akin to greed, "are a veritable factory of blood. So much life, so much vitality." She stepped closer, her claws tracing a gentle path along his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. "And it's such a rare and delicious vintage, isn't it?"

Jacob felt a cold sweat break out on his skin as she leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. He could feel the sharpness of her fangs as she spoke, "Mother Miranda has quite the eye for potential. You see, we vampires, we crave the essence of life that flows within you." Her tongue darted out, licking the fresh blood that had beaded at one of the bite marks. "But it is your resilience, your ability to heal, that truly intrigues me."

Her clawed hand slid down his body, coming to rest on his throbbing erection in his pants. "Your kind is so... predictable," she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and contempt. "But fear not, for your suffering will be brief. After all, what is a little pain when eternity awaits?"

Jacob felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead as he watched her, his body a tapestry of fear and arousal. "E-eternity?" he stuttered.

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls. "Indeed," she said, her voice dripping with the promise of eternal torment. "But let us not get ahead of ourselves. First, you must be fed. You are far too pale for my liking."

Jacob's eyes grew wide as she leaned in, her sharp fangs grazing his neck. He felt the gentle pressure of her teeth as they sank into his flesh, the pain a stark contrast to the warmth that flooded through him. Her breath was sweet, a strange mix of decay and the faintest hint of exotic spices. His body responded in a way he couldn't control, his cock throbbing in time with the steady rhythm of her feeding. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the pain, trying to ignore the betrayal of his own desires.

As she drank, Lady Dimitrescu's grip tightened, her claws digging into his skin. She murmured in what sounded like pleasure, the vibration sending shockwaves through his body. Her touch was cold, yet it sent waves of heat crashing through him. He felt his strength returning, the warmth of her blood mingling with his own. He knew it was a trap, that she was manipulating him, but he couldn't fight the allure of the power she offered.

"Mm, so much better," she said, pulling back with a smack of her lips. Her eyes had grown darker, more intense. "Your blood... it's like a fine wine, intoxicating and full of life." She licked her lips, the crimson of her tongue leaving a glistening trail against her teeth. "But it's not just the taste that intrigues me. It's your resilience, your ability to endure."

Her gaze grew distant, as if lost in thought, and then she spoke again, "My daughters... they have quite the appetite as well. They would simply adore you."

Jacob's stomach turned at the thought of being passed around like a piece of meat. He had to find a way out of this hellish scenario.

"Ah, but enough about that," Lady Dimitrescu said, her gaze sharpening as she took a step back. "You'll meet them soon enough. But first, you must understand the rules of our little... arrangement." Her claws traced the outline of his ribs, sending a shiver through his body that was a strange mix of fear and arousal. "You see, my daughters are quite particular about their meals. They require fresh, unspoiled flesh."

Jacob's throat tightened as he tried to swallow.

"Ah, let me explain," Lady Dimitrescu said, her smile widening. "You see, my daughters are quite the connoisseurs of the male form. They have a particular taste for the strong and the resilient. And from what I've sampled, you would be quite the delicacy." She stepped aside, her clawed hand gesturing to the doorway where, as if on cue, three figures emerged, each one a reflection of their mother's beauty, yet twisted into something far more sinister.

Bela, the eldest, had hair like spun gold that framed a face that was both angelic and terrifying. Her eyes were a piercing ice blue, and her full, pink lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Cassandra, the middle daughter, was dark-haired and fair-skinned, with eyes that seemed to glow a deep shade of emerald. Her features were softer, more ethereal, but the malice in her gaze was just as potent. Daniela, the youngest, had a wild mane of raven hair and a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. Her grin was feral, revealing fangs that had yet to fully emerge.

The three vampiric siblings circled Jacob, each one eyeing him with a hunger that made his blood run cold. "Indeed," Lady Dimitrescu said, her voice a velvet caress, "my daughters are quite eager to make your acquaintance."