Sabrina Carpenter

 

Sabrina is in the middle of a sexy photo shoot, innocent bright, sugary design, nostalgic yet ironic. She teases the besotted the photographer with flirty comments and winks, unknown she is whetting the appetite of an unseen observer. As the photographer leaves, she hears a voice, stepping out from the shadows. She's about to scream, but as Dracula steps forward, her icy blue eyes grow glassy, her pouty lips curl into a gape.
He leads her to a car, her face a blank happy stare, taking her to a loft.
Dracula steps forward, articulating what a delightfully sweet treat she shall be. Sabrina, in her state, nods, her words fully concurring with Dracula's dark assessment, fully agreeing to her place and fate.
He continues to unwrap her. A petite frame looking all the more spritish and vulnerable set against Dracula's imposing form. And he begins to take her, her beauty stoking his lust, her body such a...snug fit.
He indulges himself blood, so sweet, though her small frame runs out a little more quickly than his more statuesque conquests. He claims her body, her blood, until she can take no more. A truly short and sweet experience. No matter, she will rise a bride all the same.

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