Suggested by @OneWingedAngel247

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Groggily, I started to wake back up. My head felt tense. Not necessarily hurting, but soar. I went to raise my hand to my temple, only to realize my hands were restrained. I blinked my eyes open and looked above my head. Metal cuffs padded with leather wrapped around my wrist, chaining me to the top of a dark wood headboard. Fuck, it's flooding back to me.

I was in the bar. I never drink, ever. I'm straight edge, but I lost control of my emotions. My best friend that I've known all my life died, attacked by a murderer. So I decided to drink away my pain and that's when I met him. He was the most beautiful man, and his name rolled off my tongue so perfectly. Ricky. That beautiful face of his was the last thing I remember seeing though. He smiled evilly while my vision blurred, and I fell to the ground.

Looking back, I realize he had spiked my drink. He was too perfect to me true. I tried to take in my surroundings. The walls were made out of stone, like I was in some creepy old castle. There is one castle up on the mountain at the foot of our town, but no one ever goes there. Holy shit, that's where I am. The haunted condemned accident castle where people go to die is where I'm currently being held captive.

Everyone has their own stories about this place. No matter what the tale, everyone concludes that evil lives here. Now that evil has drugged me and I assume going to take advantage of me. He already changed my outfit. At the bar I was wearing jeans and a Rob Zombie shirt. Now I have on a long sleeve velvet dress, similar to Morticia Addams'. I still have my choker on. He kept looking at it in the bar, so he must've found it sexy.

The door opened and my heart rate increased. I fought against my restraints rapidly, to no avail. In walked that evil man, though I don't even know if he's a man or human. Ricky enjoyed my fear. I could tell by the look in his eyes. He smirked to one side as he ran his hand down my side.

"You are so beautiful." He mused.

I wasn't going to break these chains. My breaths were uneven from fear, "What are you?"

Ricky laughed, opening his mouth to reveal fangs. He leaned over by my face and kissed my cheek, "Oh, Angel, wouldn't you like to know?"

His breath danced along my skin as he took in my scent. He seemed enchanted by me. In a flash, he raised his hand and swiped it across my cheek. I felt a stinging sensation. Did he just cut me with his nail? Fucker. Ricky licked my face and moaned when he tasted my blood. That's when I realized it.

"Vampire." I muttered fearfully.

"You're a smart one." He mused. Ricky stood straight up and began to walk around the bed methodically. "I've been watching you for a long time, Devin. Every morning, I see you walk down Rose Street. You go to The Strange and Unusual, then to the antique store, then to your job at the photography studio. You walk on air, you sing when the streets are empty, and you glow on even your bad days. You're the most beautiful human I've ever laid my eyes on, and I knew I needed you to be mine."

"Then ask me out on a date. Don't fucking drug me and kidnap me!" I replied.

He chuckled, amused by what I said. Ricky rested his hand on the post of the bed and stood a the end of it. "You asked what I am; I am a vampire. I'm the vampire. I'm the king. And I get what I fucking want. Don't worry. When we're done tonight, you'll be under my spell and you'll crave my love."

"I don't care how hot you are. I am not falling in love with someone who kidnapped me!" I sneered.

Ricky sauntered over to the side of the bed. He ran his hand down the side of my face and I tried to wince away, "Don't you understand? You already started to fall into my trance last night. You'll just continue to fall deeper and deeper, until you'd rather die than live without me. Enough talk. I want to consummate our relationship."

He grabbed the bottom of my dress with both of his hands, and ripped it. The tear traveled all the way up my leg, stopping at my hipbone. This exposed some of my underwear. I was wearing black bikini cut, which differed from my usual boy shorts. I tried my best to turn my body away from him but I couldn't go anywhere with my hands tied. Ricky grabbed my hip and pushed my body back down.

"We don't have a relationship. You're fucking crazy." I spat.

"You don't know when to shut up, do you?" He scoffed.

Ricky walked over to the armoire and pulled it open. I saw from here that it was full of whips and other shit. Oh, of course he's kinky. He grabbed something from inside of it, then shut the doors to the piece once again. Ricky walked over and stared at me for a moment. He had a ball gag in his hand, but knew I wasn't going to open my mouth for him. So what does he do? He slaps me, hard.

My lips separated for a moment out of shock. He used that small window of time to force the ball in my mouth, then tied it behind my head. Ricky then grabbed the collar of my dress and began to rip it even more, until the whole front was off of me. My bare chest was now exposed. He laughed evilly.

"Before I make this pretty body of yours cum," He cooed as he ran his sharp fingertips down my chest, "I need to teach you that you don't talk back to your Master."

Ricky returned to the armoire. He smiled so viciously as he looked over all his toys. There were so many to choose from, but he picked the cane. He waltzed back towards me as he twirled it in his hands. He raised and brought it down onto my stomach. It stung, badly. I bit down on the gag as I shut my eyes, trying to deal with the pain. Once again he struck me, then once more.

I could already feel the welts rising on my skin. The cane hurt more than I thought it would. He hit me several more times, until I was sure my chest had multiple red lines running in different directions. Ricky dropped the cane to the ground. I heard it bounce against the stone floor.

Ricky allowed me time to catch my breath while he undressed himself. He first pulled off his shirt, and I saw more tattoos on his ribs. I'll admit he had a sexy body. He undid his belt, dropping it to the ground. Then he slowly slid down his pants and boxers in one movement. His member was decently sized for his height, and he wasn't even hard yet.

"You aren't arguing anymore." He said cockily.

Um, you just whipped for doing so, and there's a gag in my mouth. How am I supposed to argue? If he thinks I'm falling into his trance, he's wrong. I won't fall for an abuser. Ricky ran one of his hands down my marked chest, while stroking himself with the other hand. He put his palm over my member through the fabric of my underwear. I'll admit I was getting hard, but it was a little difficult not too in this situation.

He pulled my underwear down until it was off of me, and he threw it across the room. Ricky leaned down and put his mouth around my cock. He started to suck me off at a steady speed. I feel horrid for enjoying this, but he was so fucking good at it. Ricky started to hum as he sucked me off, making me want to cum already. I hate myself for feeling so good.

A moan managed to escape my mouth. Ricky pulled himself off of me and tried to hide his smile. He knew he had gotten to me. I just couldn't help my body from wanting him. Mentally, I was still fighting his spell of lust. He won't make me love him. You can't force love, even with magic.

Ricky climbed on my bed and got in a straddling position over my hips. He leaned forward and licked up the spit the gag had caused me to drool. His eyes looked deep into mine, with a drunken look of sex lingering in his irises. He then moved backwards towards my member. I felt my tip rubbing against his entrance. He reached behind his back and positioned my cock under him.

He was so damn tight. I leaned my head back and enjoyed the feeling of my cock going inside his beautiful body. Ricky put his hands on my stomach as he went up and down on me. He threw his head back, moaning sweetly. It was a gorgeous sight and I hate admitting that. Why do I love this so much? He's fucking raping me! But I was giving into it. I actually was wishing my hands weren't restrained so I could run my fingers through his hair.

In between moans, I whined while pulling at the cuffs. He took a break from riding me and leaned forward somewhat. Ricky pushed his sweat soaked hair out of his face. He seemed rather happy that I was giving in. I really didn't care about fighting him, I just wanted to fuck him. He grabbed the key from the side table and unlocked my restraints. My shoulders relaxed as I finally was let down. Then he even undid my ball gag and tossed it across the room.

Ricky kissed my lips passionately. I bucked my hips, making my cock hit his prostate. He moaned loudly as he fell out of our kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and switched our positions so I was on top. He was an evil piece of Heaven. I fucked him harder now that I could. He was enjoying every moment of it. He was so damn beautiful.

"Fuck." I grunted.

He tangled his hand up in my hair, "Cum, Baby. Cum inside of me. I want to feel your seed fill me up."

I lifted my head so I could look him into his red eyes. He was gorgeous. I buried my face into his neck as I released inside of him. It felt amazing, more amazing than any sex I've ever had. Ricky came right after I did. He arched his back with a very loud, velvet moan. After he came down from his high, I pulled out of him.

As I fell into the space next to him on the bed, I found myself snuggling up to him absentmindedly. Maybe this isn't all that bad. He is a very handsome man, and I know from the night before that he was a charmer. He knew how to fuck really well too.

"So, are you going to stay with me?" He asked.

"I want to." I admitted.

He then softly whispered, "I told you you'd fall into my trance."