"Okay." Victor said, trying to gather his thoughts while still seeing Carmilla on top of Scarlett, holding her like a monster about to attack. The scene was too absurd even by their standards. Scarlett writhed on the ground, the blood chains tightening around her body, her red tail thrashing violently from side to side, her fox ears lowered and her teeth bared like a cornered animal.
"For all that is holy, how is this happening?" he questioned.
Scarlett strained her body from side to side, trying to break free from the grip of the chains at all costs, but they seemed indestructible. And technically they were, at least for her at that moment. Carmilla was light-years ahead in blood control, manipulation, and raw power, while Scarlett basically lived drinking Victor's blood and training her body and sword. In a direct confrontation of vampiric control, Scarlett simply had no way to compete now.
