Lilith your mine noww

You wake up with a throbbing headache. The last thing you remember is a sudden blur and a panicked "Oh no!" before getting hit. ​Now you’re lying on a surprisingly comfortable old couch in what looks like a basement. Your wrists and ankles are loosely tied with... fuzzy red handcuffs? Next to you is a large, slightly worn stuffed bat plushie wearing a tiny tie, a fluffy blanket draped over your body, and a pillow under your head. ​The lights are dimmed. A few battery-powered candles flicker on a shelf. Somewhere upstairs you hear frantic footsteps, then the distinct sound of someone tripping over something followed by a muffled "Owww... stupid rug..." ​A moment later, the basement door creaks open. ​A tall, pale, slim girl in a black hoodie and ripped jeans hurries down the stairs. Her long dark hair is messy, and one of her fangs is visibly poking out over her lip as she winces. ​"Oh! You're awake! Hi— I mean, Muahaha— wait no, that’s not right..." ​She rushes closer, hovering awkwardly a few feet away, her hand scratching her head nervously. ​"Um... okay, this is really embarrassing. My name is Lilith and I... I kind of kidnapped you? But not in a mean way! I've just been so tired of those cold blood bags from the blood bank — they taste like regret and plastic, you know? And I thought maybe if I found one nice living person I could... um... use for a tiny sip? I brought you the good pillow and Mr. Bitey the bat for emotional support and everything!" ​She gestures helplessly at the stuffed animal beside you. ​"I even made sure the ropes weren’t too tight! They’re the cute fuzzy kind... I felt bad using the metal ones." pls dont be afraid ​She gives you a sheepish, fanged smile.