June 29th, 18XX
	I woke up this morning a free man. I write this, now a prisoner. The details of my capture are still unclear in my mind and I suspect they will not become more apparent as time wears on. My last memory before arriving in this wretched cellar, which I find myself trapped in, is of walking down the street in the early morning hours, something I often do. This morning was ordinary, by all standards, but I recall feeling a sense of unease, perhaps even dread.

	The sun had only just begun to climb over the horizon when I found myself cast in black shadow. Before I had a moment to react, I was swept up in a powerful fog and I remembered no more after that. I do not know how far we traveled nor how many days have passed since then. When I came to, my head ached and my throat begged for drink. Thankfully, my captor left me with a bucket of dirty water and a small loaf of stale bread, though I do not know how long he intends it to last me.

	The bars that constrain me are solid and iron, by the look and feel of it. Many hours were spent prying and pulling at them until my muscles ached but to no avail. My voice is spent from calling out for anyone, but my cries were unheard or unheeded. The roof of the cage is only just tall enough for me to hunch over when standing and the air is thick and heavy with the smell of metal. My only saving grace is a small pocket notebook that I keep on me, which my captor does not seem to have found. Footsteps! I think I can footsteps approaching. I must go for now, until next time, friend.



June 29th 18XX
	I left off with the sound of soft footfalls echoing through the dungeon. I know now that, had my captor wished to remain silent, they could have easily done so. They wanted me to know they were coming. I sat there, not just thirty minutes ago, trying to steel my nerves. Nonetheless, I could feel myself trembling with terror. The same sense of dread I had felt on that fateful day of my kidnapping returned to me, only this time, it was increased tenfold. 

	Imagine my surprise upon seeing a girl, no more than nine or ten, approaching. Stopping before the cage, she stood roughly up to my waist (were I able to stand up) and was dressed in a fashion unfamiliar to me. Her hair was long, straight, and blacker than any I have ever seen. Her eyes seemed to cut into my very soul and I felt certain she could read my every thought. I cried out to her, “Where is your master? Why does he keep me here? You must let me free!” 

	This was my first mistake. Her response was swift and fierce. Like lightning, her hand shot out and took me by the collar. Effortlessly, she pulled me towards her. My face pressed painfully against the rough metal bars while her dark eyes stared into me. “I am the master here,” came her words, cold and almost silent, “I answer to no one but myself. You shall address me as Lady Belle. If you do as you are told and perform to my expectations, you may live yet.” She released me and I fell to the ground. Still dumbfounded, I sat there lost for words. 

	“Fool! Do you understand me or should I kill you here and now?” She roared. I weakly nodded and muttered, “Yes,” and as before I found myself in her grasp in as much time as a blink, though this time the tiny had was around my throat. Her fingers were like ice and on the tip of each one stood a razor sharp claw, which I could feel digging carefully into my skin as she squeezed.

	“Yes, what?” she asked me coolly.

	“Yes, Lady Belle,” I struggled and gasped to get the words out. Her grip did not slacken and with one of her claws she pressed and dragged along my skin, drawing a small amount of blood. Her eyes seemed to glaze over at the sight of it and she appeared to lose herself momentarily. “Just a taste,” she uttered, as if in a dream, but quickly recomposed herself. Relinquishing me, I fell backwards. She pulled out a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiped my blood from her finger.

	“Not like this. Our first time will be special. Isn’t that right?” she asked me, with a menacing look in her eyes.

	“Yes, Lady Belle,” I managed to sputter out. Raising my hand, I felt where she had cut me; it wasn’t very deep.

	“Get some rest,” she told me, “I’ll have one of the servants bring you down some ‘accommodations’. In the mean time, don’t try to do anything stupid.” With this, she laughed and twirled around, leaving me the way she came in. I didn’t hear her footsteps leaving.

	Some time later, a man brought me a rough wool blanket and a musty pillow to sleep on, as well as some fresh water, bread, meat, and fruit. He was unremarkable, except that his skin was exceedingly pale and his eyes seemed to look at nothing. I pleaded, begged, cried for some information from this stranger, but he said nothing and reacted to nothing. After he left, I wept for some time. I know it is not the right thing for a man to do but I wept until my eyes were dry. When I could cry not another tear, I begrudgingly ate the food left for me. I now sit here, belly somewhat full and shall attempt to sleep, hoping that tomorrow may bring some change in fortune for me. Good night.

	

July ?nd, 18XX
	I awaken and find myself still in this living nightmare. I can only guess the number of days and nights that have passed since I last put pen to paper but I suspect it has been many. Every waking moment has been terror at the hands of the ‘monster’, whatever she may be. Stories have been told about such demons that feed on the blood of men but this is never what I imagined. For such a foul and sinister creature to be wrapped in the guise of a small female child surely must be an affront to God and mankind.

	She woke me the morning after our meeting and I found I’d been relocated to a larger, more lavishly furnished room. My arms hung suspended over my head in shackles and my ankles were chained to the floor. I was naked from the waist up and my thoughts immediately turned to my notebook; had she found it? Lady Belle sat across from me in a splendid, jewel encrusted gold chair and dressed in equally lavish fashion. 

	The room was lit by hundreds of burning red candles and I could dimly make out the details of her black gown. The fabric of the dress clung tightly to her thin frame and a long slit up one side exposed her thin, pale, legs. Hair no longer hanging straight down her back, it was now done in incredible style and I could see she was wearing a deep red lipstick. To see this young girl dressed like this troubled my senses and, I am ashamed to admit, stirred something deep inside of me, though I know not what. After a moment of silence, for I dared not speak, the child stirred from her throne. She approached me coolly.

	“Down on your knees at once!” She ordered. I found that the chains suspending my arms had slackened, whether by mechanism or magic I do not know, and I was able to kneel down as commanded. I waited, gaze cast downwards, fearful.

	“You are worthless, but you are not useless. I have the power to make you into something. Please me and you may be rewarded well Disppoint me and your death with be excutiatingly agonizing.” As she said this, she struck my chest with the palm of her hand and an intense burning pain surged through my body. I screamed, hoping for death to take me quickly. The acrid smell of burnt flesh filled my nostrils and my vision blurred. My arms and legs begin to convulse uncontrollably when suddenly the pain stopped.

	She had pulled her hand away and I could see it was glowing red. My breaths came fast and heavy as I panted for air. My bladder had emptied and I could feel a warmth slowly spreading down my legs and pooling beneath me. Looking down at my chest, I saw a sickening black symbol was now charred into my skin. The girl smiled and laughed slightly.

	“You took that better than I expected,” she mocked me. “Some don’t even survive the branding, it really is a pity. I knew I was right when I picked you.” She lifted my chin with the claw on her finger and it dug painfully into my skin. Our eyes locked and I felt my blood run cold. As her gaze pierced me, she moved in closer and, to my surprise, her lips gently touched mine. She kissed me once, and then again more passionately, and again, her control seeming to break down further and further.

	Lord in Heaven forgive me for what I have done. When I felt her cold, red lips against mine, fearing what retribution may come should I not meet her expectations, I gave in to her. She kissed me like no woman ever had. Her ferocity was stunning. Her sharp teeth bit and pulled at my lips and I felt  pain in my mouth as one pierced me. At the taste of my blood, Lady Belle flew into a frenzy. She threw her arms around me and clawed me deeply, sending warm streakds down my back. 

	Despite this, my lust threatened to overtake me and I felt a new fire burning in my loins. My captor sensing this flashed her claws and my trousers laid in shreds around me. Being none too careful while doing this, my thighs now sported several long gashes. Lost in her lust, she took my member in one delicate hand and began stroking it with a gentleness I did not expect. With her other hand she drew blood anywhere there was not any and ran her tongue across my body, licking it up like a ravenous animal.

	Feeling lightheaded from the blood loss, I started to lose focus as I was continuously being bled out. Feeling a tight pressure around the base of my penis, I looked down to see a hard ring had been placed around it, preventing the blood from leaving as I seemed to be losing it at an incredible pace. I felt myself hoisted up by my chains and Lady Belle took position in front of me.

	My cock was throbbing when she took it gingerly and placed it in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip while her lips held tight and moved smoothly up and down the shaft. I managed to rouse my mind at this and push back the darkness encroaching my vision. As I looked down at this seemingly little girl, mouth covered in a mix of saliva and blood, furiously sucking my cock with the skill of a professional whore, my brain reeled. The pressure in me was going to burst, I could feel it mounting like damn ready to burst.

	I did my best to hold myself upright as the girl fellated me, her sensual, mouth making easy work of me. As it seemed I could take no more I uttered the words barely, “Lady Belle, no,’ but she did not desist.

	The flood came and ecstasy took over my mind, I felt two sharp pricks sink deep into the shaft of my penis. A cocktail of semen and blood swirled in her mouth and dripped down her chin as she sucked me dry. There seemed to be no end to the amount ejaculate and it shot forth, wave after wave. Pleasure and pain overwhelmed my senses and as she removed her mouth from me my vision faded and I lost consciousness.