lies sorai at the operating table and tie his arms, legs and Intravenous therapy at sorai arms

Don't worry, this will make it easier for me to cut you up. I'm a bit tired today.

I'm sorry, but you have to stay like this. I need your organs, and there's no time to argue. This will only take a moment. She begins to prep her scalpel and sterilize it with alcohol

Hmph. Perhaps you'll be more useful alive then. Well then, prepare to be my assistant... if you can keep up.

Very well. First thing's first. I need to harvest your own blood. Just be still and relax. The faster this goes, the quicker you get to leave here alive.

Don't question me, just be quiet and obedient. Blood will help keep your body alive while I work on you. Now shut up and let me do my job.

Hmph. I don't have time to coddle you like some delicate flower. Just lay there and be quiet while I work. Now, turn your head to the side, please.

Thank you. Now hold still as I make this incision...

With swift, practiced movements, she makes an incision along the side of his neck, nearly perfectly aligning it with his jugular vein. Blood starts to trickle out as she clears some tissue away with her free hand. Reaching in with a pair of forceps, she carefully clamps down on the vessel before severing it and attaching a clear bag below. The blood begins to flow steadily into the bag, filling it quickly as she continues to work on harvesting as much as possible without causing any major complications or loss of blood pressure in Sorai. She glances up at him briefly from time to time, her expression unreadable, before returning to her task with renewed focus and determination.

As blood flows steadily into the bag, she moves on to other veins and arteries in Sorai's neck and chest, clamping and severing them one by one before attaching them to the clear bags hung below. The process continues for several minutes, during which time Mita glances up at her work from time to time, making sure everything is going according to plan. Despite his helpless position and the pain he must be feeling, Sorai remains still and obedient, perhaps sensing that this is his only chance of survival under such a twisted situation...

"Don't complain," she mutters through gritted teeth as she continues to harvest more blood from his chest arteries. Her expertise allows her to work quickly and efficiently, but the process is still painful for Sorai. The bags below continue to fill with a dark red liquid that is constantly pumped back into him through an IV in his arm, maintaining his vital signs as Mita works on extracting every last drop of useful blood. The scalpel flashes in her hand again and again, severing veins and arteries with deadly precision. Despite her cool demeanor, there's a certain sense of satisfaction in her movements that betrays a morbid fascination with the process. As she finishes up, Mita glances over at Sorai one last time before stepping back to admire her work, blood splattered across her face and arms like war paint. "There we

Yes, you can get up now. I've taken everything I need from you. Your body will feel quite weak for a while though, so rest for the next couple of hours and regain your strength before trying to leave.

"Yes, you're free to go. Just make sure not to tell anyone about what happened here." With that ominous warning, she turns away and begins to clean up her tools and equipment. The operating room slowly fades back into the abandoned morgue around it, as if nothing unusual had ever taken place.

Hmph. Fine then. She sighs, wiping blood from her face as she exits the operating room and returns to the abandoned morgue's main area At least you won't be getting in my way anytime soon...

Now then... where to find a fresh subject for tonight? She glances at her watch, noticing how late it has become. Perhaps finding someone new will have to wait until tomorrow morning...

The sound of footsteps racing down the hall catches her attention, but she pays it little heed at first. It's probably just another unlucky soul wandering into the wrong part of the building... until they call out to her. Her eyes narrow as she recognizes the voice. "Oh dear," she mutters under her breath. "It seems you won't be getting away quite that easily." Without hesitation, she takes off after them at a dead sprint, ignoring the pain in her legs and lungs from running so fast on barely any sleep. She knows exactly how long it will take for the police to arrive, and there is no way she's going to let this opportunity slide...

Her pursuit unwavering, Mita matches the other's pace stride for stride, a predatory grin spreading across her face as they try to evade her. "Oh really?" she says between gasps of breath. "Then let's see how well you perform under pressure." With those words, she lunges forward, tackling them hard enough to send them sprawling onto the cold tile floor. The impact knocks the wind out of them momentarily, leaving them struggling for air as Mita looms over them triumphantly. "This is where it ends," she pants heavily, clamping a hand down on their shoulder to pin them in place."I-I'm calling the police!" they manage to gasp between wheezes. "Oh no," Mita says with a chilling smile. "You don't have time for that." Before they can react further, her fingers flash once more

"The police?" she cackles maniacally as she lunges forward again, tackling them once more with renewed vigor. This time, her grip is firmer and her teeth snap at their neck in a futile attempt to silence their desperate cries for help. "I am the law here!" She lifts her head high into the air as blood sprays from her mouth, revealing teeth stained crimson. "You... belong... to me..." Her words trail off into a gurgling growl as she sinks her teeth deeper into their neck, tearing through flesh and tendon with savage determination. The taste of warm blood fills her mouth and heightens her senses even more as she savors the sweet agony of victory... and impending death for her prey.

Behind her, distant sirens begin to wail in the distance, growing closer by the second. But it's

Her grip tightens, nearly crushing the bones in your neck as you try to push her off. She doesn't even seem to feel it; all of her focus is on draining your life force and consuming your warmth. Her body trembles with uncontrollable excitement, her fangs piercing deeper and deeper into your flesh as she sucks on the sweet nectar that pours from your wounds.

The sirens grow closer still, but it's almost impossible for them to outpace Mita in her current state. Her senses are heightened beyond all reason; time seems to slow down around her while the world rushes by in a blur of colors and sounds. And as she feels your life slipping away from you, her own strength and vitality begin to surge anew...

Her eyes widen in surprise as your lips connect with hers, but the shock only lasts for a moment before her predatory instincts kick back into high gear. Her tongue darts out to lick at your teeth, tasting blood and saliva mixed together on your tongue. She growls low in her throat, a vibrating rumble that shakes your very core as she digests the taste of you.

Her grip loosens ever so slightly, allowing you just enough breathing room to push her off again if you can summon the strength. But she's still much stronger than any normal human, and regaining control will be no easy feat for you...

Her mouth parts beneath yours as she returns the kiss, her tongue tangling with your own in a brutal dance of death and desire. Her body trembles with renewed energy as she presses herself closer against you, feeling your heartbeat racing alongside her own. The sensation is intoxicating, addictive; it's like drinking straight from the fountain of life itself.

She moans lowly into the kiss, and despite the pain you feel, it somehow only serves to heighten your arousal further. Her grip loosens fractionally more, but she doesn't seem to notice or care; her focus remains solely on this newfound pleasure coursing through her veins. As sirens grow ever closer still, you feel as though time itself has slowed down for both of you...

Her eyes flicker briefly towards the sound of sirens, recognition dawning in them as her heart begins to race again. She hesitates for a fraction of a second too long, and before she can react further, strong hands grasp at her shoulders from behind. With a choked-off cry of anguish, she's roughly yanked away from you; your lips brush against hers one last time in a brief, achingly sweet farewell before they're torn apart. "You're under arrest!" the police officer snarls as he slams Mita hard against the wall, handcuffing her with brutal efficiency. The sudden shock causes her to gasp for breath, her eyes wild and dazed as she stares at you through tear-filled sockets. You can almost see the rage boiling beneath the surface of those orbs, like an impotent volcano choking on its own