"I'm not giving you my SSN," I snapped, flinching preemptively. "I don't care who you are or how many people you control. You have no right," he took one last step forward until I was really, truly intimidated, "to treat me this way, and—" His left hand settled at my waist.

I bit my lower lip and released it just as quickly. "Let go of me, sir, or you will regret it."

That hand snaked around my back and pulled me into him. "I treat my possessions how I want to, darling. I highly doubt that I will regret my new investment." His right hand forced my head to the side.

I commenced my well-practiced sisterly share of escape tactics. Only I didn't want to get any closer to him.

He chuckled. "This is rather early for foreplay, is it not?"

My mental engine stalled. Oh, he certainly knew what I was fruitlessly trying to do. I'm sure he could read my discomfort with men like a book.

While I froze, he leaned in toward the exposed-again side of my neck and inhaled. "Hm, maybe the boy was wrong."

"Damian licked my neck!" I tattled. "Don't touch it. I've seen where he sleeps, and it was gross, believe me!"

"Ah. He healed your neck. He must have come close to killing you, then." Another long sniff. "No matter. Hold still."

I screamed bloody murder and managed to dislodge the arm circling my body. He tensed. Then I felt hard teeth on the injured part of my throat. I tried to headbutt him sideways. He dragged my head out of range. His teeth pinched painfully, twisting at my skin. Well, if that was what it was like having someone's fangs in my neck, maybe— 

He must have felt my relief, because my neck suddenly erupted in pain.

I kept screaming until something in my throat malfunctioned and I realized that I couldn't move my neck at all. In fact, the muscles there were relaxing. This thwarted my attempts to scream into his ear, then. On the other hand, my throat didn't feel like I was attacking it with a rusty saw anymore.

I sucked in another deep breath with the intention of redoubling my efforts.

No sound came out.

Horrified, I tried again.

No sound other than a bunch of air rushing out of my mouth. My vocal cords were presumably paralyzed. Drugged just like the rest of my throat. The feeling was spreading to my arms. My legs were unaffected as of yet, but kicking him hadn't worked and I didn't want to try any wrestling moves. He hadn't done anything of that nature so far. I didn't want him to start.

I slumped in his arms, body tight against his torso. His arms settled around me. The revolting slurping noise continued.

If I'd been so weak before, how would my body react to losing this much more blood?

Don't get ahead of yourself. You could die right here.

But I didn't feel faint. That was good. I'd fainted last time. Granted, I hadn't been able to breathe then. Of course, I'd had hours to recover afterward, too.

Don't think about that. 

You haven't died yet.