You were blindfolded and tied to a chair. Something was wrapped around your wrists and ankles, securing you in place. You tried to move them but each time you did, the skin near and under the bindings chafed and made you bite your bottom lip to keep from crying out.

A whimper must have escaped your parched lips for seconds after you made the sound, strong and confident footfalls made their way to you. As they approached they grew louder and louder, echoing off the walls and the sound rattled around in your brain.

You felt fingers tug at your blindfold and pull it down. Your hair was caught in the knot at the back of your head and you winced as the strands were pulled from your scalp.

"You're awake!" A man's voice boomed. You opened your dry eyes hesitantly and slowly, letting them adjust to the light.
"I thought I had caused some damage, hitting you like that."

It felt like you had sand in your eyes, a gritty feeling that only amplified as you moved them to look the man up and down.

He looked like a regular man, built strongly with lean muscles that rippled under his alabaster skin as he folded his arms across his chest. Short pale blue hair was spiked up on his head messily, spikes going every which way, but what really captured your attention were his eyes. They were red, a darker red than a Sharingan, similar to the color of coagulating blood.

He wore a midnight blue robe with wide black trim and a black sash held it loosely closed at his waist. His pale chest was on display and you could see his muscular pecs and half of his toned abdomen before it disappeared into the closed V of his robe. Black pants and black sandals completed his attire and he seemed comfortable in his clothing.

He placed his hands on the chair arms that you were tied to and leaned forward. His claw like nails clicked against the metal frame as he grasped the arms. He pressed his face close to yours and smiled widely, showing off his sharpened teeth.

"Good evening," he said with a silken voice. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it wouldn't budge. "Thirsty?" He asked, his brows furrowed in concern. All you could do was nod slightly and he turned around and walked to a table where a dripping sound ominously came from.

"Hmmm what do humans drink? Maybe this..." his hand grasped a tall glass, his nails clicking against the sides, and walked back over to you. The smell of whatever was in the glass was nauseating and your swallowed the acid rising in your throat.

Shoving the glass under your nose, he stood and waited. He had an expression of wanting to please you with his choice. You looked down, your mind protesting, and saw that the glass was filled to the brim with blood.

It's coppery smell filled your senses and the sight of clots floating on the surface beat out your self control and you leaned over the side, emptying your stomach and whimpering in pain as searing acid scorched your throat.

"Hey now..." he man soothed, rubbing your back with his hand. "That's it, get it all out, good girl~". Coughing, you sat back up and he gently wiped the tears from your cheeks. He rattled the glass, a straw tinkling against the glass's edge created a melody that would've been pleasant in a different situation.

"Drink?" He asked and you turned your face away. "Suit yourself," he shrugged and sipped on the blood. "Ah! So good! I swear, nothing is more delicious than blood flavoured with fear" he said mostly to himself.

"Who- who are you?" You managed to gasp out, coughing as the pain in your throat cut off your words.

Standing tall, he posed himself with one hand on his hip while the other held the glass. "My apologies, my manners seem to have fled me. I'm Ryuuki!" He said proudly.

Your blank look angered him and he threw the glass, shattering it against a wall. You watched as the blood slowly slid down onto the floor where small creatures skittered out and began to lap at the unexpected bounty.

Slamming his hands onto your arms, he dug his nails into the tender flesh of your inner arms. "You haven't heard of me?!" He growled with blackening eyes and his sharpened teeth seemingly growing sharper and longer.

"N-no," you sputtered and tried to get away from him. The chair and then bindings made that nearly impossible.

With a scream he lifted the chair, and you, into the air before slamming it back onto the floor. You screamed as the chair broke and you made contact with the hard floor. The breath was knocked out of you and you cradled your arm while gasping, trying to calm your oxygen starved lungs.

Hate and anger radiated from Ryuuki and his human features distorted. You weren't sure but you swore you saw his features shift into a demented void, an open mouth that screamed out all the pain in the world.

He closed his eyes and clapped his hands in front of his face. His features stabilized into the face you were used to seeing. He walked over towards you and you scrabbled away, trying to put as much distance between yourself and him as you could.

"Humans!" He spat at you and turned away, disgusted by your display of cowardice. "They're all the same," Ryuuki complained as he stood at the table's edge and ran his fingers through something. As if seeing the object on the table inspired an idea, he smiled widely and began to tear at something.

Pressing your knees against your chest, you inspected your arm. It didn't seem broken, sprained perhaps, and you cast about looking for a weapon or a way out. You doubted anyone would come for you seeing as no one knew where you were.

You had been stalked unknowingly for weeks. Your habits, patterns, mannerisms were examined until they were as natural to your stalker as they were to you. Your man often joined you when he was not on missions and the two of you spent time together doing the mundane things couples do. Seeing your man, your stalker hissed and swore to kill him.