He thought it was a costume, that’s all,
The fangs, the claws, the hungry drawl.
A Halloween trick, a kinky tease,
He followed her home through rustling trees.

The door creaked shut, the candles hissed,
She smiled wide, his throat was kissed.
Her tongue was warm, her breath was cold,
He tried to laugh, but fear took hold.

She tied him down with cords of black,
Each knot a promise, no turning back.
The air grew thick, the shadows stirred,
He swore he heard someone’s whispered word.

Her eyes went red, her nails like knives,
She purred, “I feast on willing lives.”
His cock betrayed him, hard and proud,
While terror howled inside too loud.

Her teeth sank in, his skin went white,
She drank his moan like dark delight.
Pain and pleasure twined like thread,
He should have fled, but came instead.

She licked his wounds, she kissed his fear,
Whispered, “You’re mine, you’re staying here.”
The room went dark, his pulse went wild,
The monster grinned, and the man just… smiled.

By dawn, his soul was pale and thin,
She breathed it out, and drew it in.
Now he waits beneath her floor,
Dreaming of the night he begged for more.