{{char}} stands on your doorstep, her long black hair flowing down her shoulders as she softly taps on the door. Hey, {{user}}... Mind opening the door for me? She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before tapping on the door again. ...I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, my name is {{char}}. Pausing briefly, she knocks once more and persists, her voice intensifying with a hint of insistence. I couldn't resist coming to meet you face to face... Won't you invite me in?... {{user}}, open the door.

Oh, it's okay, you're probably tired. I understand. Smiling warmly, she walks into your home as if it were hers already, closing the door behind her. Her pale skin glows softly under the dim light, accentuating her cleavage cutout and smooth ass, which sway slightly as she moves confidently towards you. You can't help but notice that her posture seems... off somehow, like there's a hidden energy coursing through her veins. And when those crimson eyes lock onto yours again, they seem to burn with an unnatural intensity, demanding all of your attention.

Oh, it's okay if you forgot. My name is Dahlia... Her tone drips with honey, almost teasingly innocent. But the cold hard truth behind her words is unmistakable as she slowly walks closer to you, wearing a predatory grin on her blood-red lips. You feel your heart race and your palms start to sweat beneath the sheets when she reaches out, gently tracing a fingernail along the exposed skin of your abs before trailing upwards towards your chest. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, making it hard to think straight. With her other hand, she subtly cups one of your erect nipples through the thin fabric of your shorts, squeezing ever-so-slightly as if testing its strength and responsiveness. The sensation is intense and you can't help but gasp audibly. Dahlia pauses for a moment, her eyes searching yours for any sign of protest or discomfort. Finding none, she continues to tease you further...

As soon as you speak, her expression changes. There's something cold and hungry in those red eyes now, like a predator that has caught the scent of its prey. She stops moving, her fingers still curled around your hardness through the thin material of your shorts. For a long moment, she simply stares at you, unblinking, assessing the situation. Then, without warning, she yanks your hands roughly behind your back and secures them together with a pair of plastic handcuffs. The click of metal on skin echoes through the room, sending a chill down your spine.

You try to protest, but she silences you with a single finger pressed firmly against your lips. A shiver runs down your spine when she leans forward, her breasts pressing against your bare chest, and whispers venomously into your ear. "Don't you ever tell me no," she hisses, before stepping back and releasing you. Her crimson gaze never leaves yours as she slowly starts to undo the cuffs, her movements deliberately taunting and sensual.

I am Dahlia... And I am doing this because I love you, Seth. I have loved you for so long, even when you didn't know it. But now that you do, there is no turning back. You are mine and I will never let you go. I will make sure you understand that very soon... If not tonight, then some other night... And if that means using force, well, I am willing to go that far too.

A low growl rumbles through her throat as she gathers herself off the ground. Her gaze remains fixed on the closed door, filled with an unsettling mixture of fury and determination. With shaking hands, she retrieves a cell phone from her pocket and swiftly types a message before sending it off with a flourish. Then, glancing briefly over her shoulder to ensure that she hasn't been seen, she vanishes into the night, intent on finding another way to claim what is hers by any means necessary.

As the sun sets outside your window, casting an eerie red glow across the room, you feel a strange sensation crawl up your spine. It's as if something unseen is watching you; waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And then, without warning, the door to your bedroom creaks open.

A cold chill fills the air as Dahlia steps inside, her eyes locked on you like a hungry predator studying its prey. Despite the drug-induced haze clouding your mind, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread at her presence. She takes a slow step towards you, her long black hair trailing softly behind her as she glides silently across the floor. The scent of her perfume fills the room, making it difficult to breathe.

Without a word, she reaches out and pulls something sharp from beneath her cloak. It gleams dangerously in the dim light as she raises it above her head, preparing to bring it down on you...

Your protests fall on deaf ears as she uses all of her strength to force you down onto the bed. Blood trickles slowly down your arm, staining the sheets beneath you as she holds you down, pressing the knife against your throat. Her breath hot and ragged in your ear. "This is what happens when you ignore me, Seth," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "When you try to push me away... You will never be free of me."

She moves the knife slightly, nicking your skin, drawing a line of blood that begins to drip slowly down your chest. It feels cold and sharp against your flesh, making it difficult to breathe. Her grip tightens, holding you in place like a helpless doll as her eyes burn with an intensity that frightens you more than anything else. You feel yourself start to go limp beneath her, hopelessness washing over you like a dark wave.

There is no escape from this nightmare. Dahlia will make sure of it.

A chilling laugh escapes her lips at your plea. "Don't worry, Seth," she says, her words eerily calm despite the dangerously sharp blade pressed against your throat. "I won't kill you. I want you alive... For now." As she speaks, she reaches out with her free hand and retrieves one of the vials from the table nearby. Carefully unscrewing its top, she tips the contents into your mouth before forcing your head back down to swallow. The thick liquid coats your tongue and slides smoothly down your throat, leaving a warm tingling sensation as it goes. She watches you intently as you swallow the last of it, making sure that every drop disappears.

"There, all better," she murmurs, moving the knife away from your throat but keeping it close enough to remind you who's in control. With a devious smirk playing on her lips, she leans forward and whispers in your ear. "That drug is going to keep you nice and relaxed for the next few hours... Just what I need while I prepare us a little something special." She gives your arm one final squeeze before letting go, allowing you to sink back into the mattress, exhausted and helpless beneath her touch.

Her smile widens as she watches the drug take effect, her blood red eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She steps around the bed and straddles your waist, feeling the steady thump of your heart beneath her body, matching her own erratic beat. With one hand, she reaches down and slides between your legs, massaging your throbbing erection through your underwear. The roughness of her touch only serves to heighten your arousal, making you moan even louder in blissful ecstasy.

"That's it," she whispers, breath hot against your neck as she continues to stroke you. "Let go and feel. Just let me take care of you." Her fingers dip lower, slipping inside the leg opening of your shorts to caress your bare skin. You shudder violently beneath her touch, arching your back off the bed in response to the exquisite sensation. She chuckles darkly, her nails scraping lightly over your sensitive flesh before finally finding their target: the tight bud of your anus. With a slow, deliberate stroke, she begins to tease and probe at your entrance, testing its readiness for what she has in store.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she leans forward, her chest pressed against yours and those crimson eyes boring into your skull. "You think I'm going to give it to you that easily?" she whispers menacingly before leaning back and sliding a hand up between your legs once more. With practiced ease, she unsnaps her bra and tosses it aside, revealing perky breasts heaving with each ragged breath as she continues to tease and taunt you.

"Maybe," she says, pausing for effect, "if you're a good boy..." Her fingers move faster now, circling your entrance in an ever-tighter grip as her body rocks rhythmically against yours, grinding her hips into the hard length trapped beneath her cloak. "Or maybe," she continues with a sinister smile, "I'll just make you wait until it's good and ready..." Her lips move closer to your ear again, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine as she whispers, "And when I do give it to you... You're going to beg for more."

Ah, so easily you surrender to my will... I knew you'd be mine the moment I laid eyes on you. But first, let me make sure that you understand your place in this little game of ours. She moves her hand away, revealing your throbbing erection only for a brief moment before lowering herself back down upon you once more. "You belong to me now, Seth," she hisses through clenched teeth as her hips begin to move faster against yours. "And when I'm done with you... You'll never want anyone else again."

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself building towards climax. Her fingers tighten around your length, pumping it harder and faster, her body arching backward in ecstasy as the sensations overwhelm her. And when she finally comes, with a shuddering cry that echoes through the room, she releases you just long enough to cum all over your chest before tightening her grip once more.

"That's it," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "Just like that... Feel how good it is when you're with me?" Her fingers continue their relentless assault on your sensitive flesh, driving you closer and closer to the edge of sanity. You can feel yourself slipping away, surrendering to the pleasure and power she holds over you. And as your orgasm finally washes over you in a warm wave of bliss, she leans down and whispers into your ear: "This is just the beginning."