Summary: You awaken in chains, held captive by none other than your dreaded foe, Silas Lovell. As you try to piece your memories together, Lovell gloats over his victory…before he decides to teach his new pet some proper manners.

NOTE: This post contains 2 VERSIONS OF THE SAME PART: 7a (Spicy Version) and 7b (VERY Spicy Version). The basic premise of both is the same, but in 7b Lovell is much more creepy/sadistic/domineering, and there's more emphasis put on the master/slave dynamic. Feel free to choose whichever version you prefer!

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6

CW: themes of domination and possession; captive listener; use of chains for binding; non-consensual feeding; compulsion

Characters:

• SILAS LOVELL (“Luh-VELL”) - Vampire; head of the Lovell Clan. Self-important, dominant, salacious. Enjoys holding power over others, particularly humans.

Usage:

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• Any dialogue or reactions given by the Listener are purely for the benefit of the VA, to help them feel like they have something to respond to while they’re acting. Listener reactions in italics.
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Part 7a (Spicy Version)

Setting: Lovell's manor (bedroom, cellar, etc.--your choice) The Listener begins to regain consciousness. As they do, Lovell’s voice fades in.

*Optional sound effects--soft sinister music, ambient noise appropriate to the setting, etc.\*

\dark chuckle** Rise and shine, my pet. Come, now…open those pretty little eyes.

\Sound effect—chains rattling\**

That’s it. Time to wake up, darling. Open your eyes…\leans in close* Boo!*

\Sound effect—frantic rattling of chains, layered over Lovell’s laugh\**

\laughs** I apologize, my pet. I just couldn’t resist. Look at you…thrashing like a bird in a snare. I’m afraid it’s useless, darling…but by all means, keep it up. I live for the moment when my prey finally loses all hope.

The Listener screams at him to let them go.

Let you go? \laughs** Oh, my precious pet…you have no idea how much I missed you.

“Where am I??? Where’s Zach!?”

Where are you? You’re where you were always meant to be…with me. What was it that pathetic fool used to call you? Nightingale? Yes…I’m looking forward to making you sing for me, my pet.

“Where’s ZACH!? What happened!? Is he alright!?”

Hmm? What about Beaumont? \dark chuckle** Oh, my dear…do you not remember what happened?

“Remember what!?....”

There was a terrible accident on your journey home. It appears that something attacked your carriage…and in your race to get away, it went tumbling right off a cliff.

The Listener’s face goes white. “No!…”

Yes. Even if, by chance, your precious “Zach” did survive the crash, the Holy Water I slipped into his cup would surely have taken him by now. I’m dreadfully sorry, darling.

“NO! You BASTARD! It’s not true!”

\laughs** I admit, he lasted longer than I would have expected. He should have died right there, at the ball…but it ended up working out better than I could have hoped. Now, there’s no need to bother pinning the blame on one of the other guests. As it is, it merely looks like a terrible twist of fate. As the poor little lord and his bloodbag were on their way home, some sort of monstrous undead must have caught the delicious scent of her blood. It attacked the carriage, made off with the girl, and in his panic, the boy was unable to regain control of the carriage in time. Such a tragedy. \evil laugh**

The Listener sobs.

Don’t cry for him, pet. He was nothing more than a weak, limp-wristed fool. Does the spider care for the feelings of the flies in its web!? Of course not! Humans are mere flies to us, but that fool would have had us live in peace with you, demeaning ourselves just to spare your pathetic little lives. He was never worthy to call himself a creature of the night!

The Listener screams insults at him.

Silence, pet. You forget…you’re speaking to your Master. That’s right...with that fool in his eternal grave, at long last, you are mine. You will show me the proper respect.

The Listener spits in his face.

\recoils; disgusted noise** Little wretch! I see that knave let you get into some bad habits. I think it’s high time I taught you some proper manners. Now…hold still, my pet. \Sound effect–echo/reverb on his next words, to show he’s using hypnosis\** Hold still. Yes. Now, sit up, and bare your throat for me.

The Listener does as he says.

Good girl. \inhales deeply** Mmm…yes. Your pulse is thrumming like a hummingbird’s wings. Are you afraid, my pet? \chuckles, whispers* You should be.*

The Listener stammers out that they’ve been marked.

…Hmm? You’re marked? \growls** Oh, yes; I know. I simply hate it when I lend something to someone, and they return it damaged. That filthy rat had no right to your blood…but no matter. What…did you really think it would protect you from me? \dark chuckle** Sadly, my darling…marking means nothing when the owner of the fangs is dead. And even if he weren’t, do you know what? I couldn’t care less. You belong to me. You are mine…and you will know me as your Master!

\Sound effects—heavy breathing, before Lovell sinks his fangs into the Listener. We hear biting/sucking sounds. Eventually, Lovell releases the Listener\**

\panting* Damnatae* [pronounced “damm-nah-tay”]…it’s…it’s better than I’d ever imagined! Like velvet on the tongue…smoother and richer than the finest wine. To think, every drop of that liquid gold in your veins is mine. To think, I’m the first to drink a Hunter’s blood in a century!

“Wh—what? You…you know?”

\chuckle** Oh, yes; my pet. I know what you are. Did you think that would scare me off? On the contrary…that only makes me desire you even more. Whether you’re a songbird or a hunting bird…either way, you’ll be nothing once I’ve clipped your wings!

\Sound effects—biting/sucking. Soon, we hear a rapid heartbeat in the background, along with a high-pitched keening noise. Lovell releases the Listener, his words starting to echo as the Listener begins to black out\**

Oh, dear…are you feeling weak, darling? The room spinning around you, your vision darkening at the edges? My poor little pet…I’d advise you to get used to it. We’ve barely scratched the surface. Mmm, yes…we’re going to have such fun.

Part 7b (VERY Spicy Version)

Setting: Lovell's bedroom. The Listener begins to regain consciousness. As they do, Lovell’s voice fades in.

*Optional sound effects--soft sinister music, ambient noise appropriate to the setting, etc.\*

\dark chuckle** Rise and shine, my pet. Come, now…open those pretty little eyes.

\Sound effect—chains rattling\**

That’s it. Time to wake up, darling. Open your eyes…\leans in close* Boo!*

\Sound effect—frantic rattling of chains, layered over Lovell’s laugh\**

\laughs** I apologize, my pet. I just couldn’t resist. Look at you…thrashing like a bird in a snare. I’m afraid it’s useless, darling…the bedposts are solid iron, as are the chains. But by all means, keep it up. I live for the moment when my prey finally loses all hope.

The Listener screams at him to let them go.

Let you go? \laughs** Oh, my precious pet…you have no idea how much I missed you.

“Where am I??? Where’s Zach!?”

Where are you? You’re where you were always meant to be…with me. You’re in my chambers…after all, a bird as rare as you deserves a gilded cage. What was it that pathetic fool used to call you? Nightingale? Yes…I’m looking forward to making you sing for me, my pet.

“Where’s ZACH!? What happened!? Is he alright!?”

Hmm? What about Beaumont? \dark chuckle** Oh, my dear…do you not remember what happened?

“Remember what!?....”

There was a terrible accident on your journey home. It appears that something attacked your carriage…and in your race to get away, it went tumbling right off a cliff.

The Listener’s face goes white. “No!…”

Yes. Even if, by chance, your precious “Zach” did survive the crash, the Holy Water I slipped into his cup would surely have taken him by now. I’m dreadfully sorry, darling.

“NO! You BASTARD! It’s not true!”

\laughs** I admit, he lasted longer than I would have expected. He should have died right there, at the ball…but it ended up working out better than I could have hoped. Now, there’s no need to bother pinning the blame on another guest. As it is, it merely looks like a terrible twist of fate. As the poor little lord and his bloodbag were on their way home, some sort of monstrous undead must have caught the delicious scent of her blood. It attacked the carriage, made off with the girl, and in his panic, the boy was unable to regain control of the vehicle in time. Such a tragedy…\evil laugh**

The Listener sobs.

Don’t cry for him, pet. He was nothing more than a weak, limp-wristed fool. Does the spider care for the feelings of the flies in its web!? Of course not! Humans are mere flies to us, but that fool would have had us live in peace with you, demeaning ourselves just to spare your pathetic little lives. He was never worthy to call himself a creature of the night!

The Listener screams insults at him.

Silence, pet. You forget…you’re speaking to your Master. That’s right...with that fool in his eternal grave, at long last, you are mine. You will show me the proper respect.

The Listener spits in his face.

\recoils; disgusted noise** Little wretch! I see that knave let you get into some bad habits. I think it’s high time I taught you some proper manners. Oh, yes…he may have let that wild spirit of yours go untamed…but by the time I’m through with you, you’ll know nothing but submission. Now…hold still, my pet. \Sound effect–echo/reverb on his next words, to show he’s using hypnosis\** Hold still. Yes. Now, sit up, and bare your throat for me.

The Listener does as he says.

Good girl. \leaning close, creepy** Your skin is just every bit as soft as it feels. Does it make you tremble, darling? Feeling my hands tracing up your body…along your arms…sliding upwards towards that lovely neck. \inhales deeply** Mmm…your pulse is thrumming like a hummingbird’s wings. Are you afraid, my pet? \chuckles, whispers* You should be.*

The Listener stammers out that they’ve been marked.

…Hmm? You’re marked? \growls** Oh, yes; I know. I simply hate it when I lend something to someone, and they return it damaged. That filthy rat had no right to your blood…but no matter. What…did you really think it would protect you from me? \dark chuckle** Sadly, my darling…marking means nothing when the owner of the fangs is dead. And even if he weren’t, do you know what? I couldn’t care less. You belong to me. You are mine…and you will know me as your Master!

\Sound effects—heavy breathing, before Lovell sinks his fangs into the Listener. We hear biting/sucking sounds\**

\panting* Damnatae* [pronounced “damm-nah-tay”]…it’s…it’s better than I’d ever imagined! Like velvet on the tongue…smoother and richer than the finest wine. To think, every drop of that liquid gold in your veins is mine. To think, I’m the first to drink a Hunter’s blood in a century!

“Wh—what? You…you know?”

\chuckle** Oh, yes; my pet. I know what you are. Did you think that would scare me off? On the contrary…that only makes me desire you even more. Whether you’re a songbird or a hunting bird…either way, you’ll be nothing once I’ve clipped your wings!

\Sound effects—biting/sucking\**

Oh, does it hurt? My poor little pet…would you like me to stop?

The Listener says yes.

Yes? Yes, what?...Yes, Master. Go on.

The Listener is silent.

Mmm, being stubborn, are we? Come, now, my pet…just two little words. If you want my mercy, then let me hear you say it.

The Listener is silent.

\growling* Say it,* pet. Submit to me! Submit to your Master! Say it!...

Still, the Listener remains silent.

No? Very well…

Lovell goes in for another bite. At the last second, the Listener cries out, “Yes, Master!”

…Ah, that’s better. Again.

“Yes, Master.”

What? I couldn’t hear you. Louder.

“Yes, Master.”

\chuckle** Good girl. Sadly, though, I’m not quite finished. Maybe next time, if you behave, I might have mercy…but not today.

\Sound effects—biting/sucking. Soon, we hear a rapid heartbeat in the background, along with a high-pitched keening noise. Lovell releases the Listener, his words starting to echo as the Listener begins to black out\**

Oh, dear…are you feeling weak, darling? The room spinning around you, your vision darkening at the edges? My poor little pet…I’d advise you to get used to it. We’ve barely scratched the surface. Mmm, yes…we're going to have such fun.