It was then she heard it, breathing, low and hungry. It sounded like a mix of animal and human.
"Whose there?" Scarlet called and the breathing turned into a chuckle. "No one ever looks up." said the voice, it was male, low but old, haggard sounding. "Of all the ones I bring into this room, they look around, feel around, and wonder where the light it, they look every direction but up." the voice said chuckling. "I suppose I would expect as much from a Hellsing?"
Scarlet drew herself up, trying to follow the voice, but it seemed everywhere at once. "There is no exit girl." he said and Scarlet clicked her teeth. "That can't be true, you can't have an entrance without it too being the exit." She said and the man chuckled again. "Clever girl, but you are right, unfortunately for you, there is no exit, as in, you are not leaving this room."
"What do you want?" Scarlet asked, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat.
"At the risk of sounding, cliche, I want your blood my dear." Suddenly, strong hands grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her back, whipping her head to the side, exposing her neck. Scarlet screamed and fought as best she could but the man only laughed. "Please, fight more, I love it when you fight." He said and so, she stopped. She closed her eyes and allow her body to go completely limp, as if she'd just dropped dead. When she was smaller, and her brothers would try to make her do something or go someplace she didn't want to, she'd go completely limp, they would fumble around with her as her limps would flail and her body would grow extra heavy, after awhile they didn't bother anymore. It seemed this man had a similar problem as he tried to carry her dead weight. He fumbled with her for a moment but he found his footing enough to hold her still, closing his legs around hers from behind, one hand grasping her tiny wrists and his free hand holding back her head. "Clever girl..." He said, right before hot breath brushed her skin.