Chapter 142 Lisa: Chained

The sound of water dripping is the first thing to break through the darkness of my mind.

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

It's an erratic rhythm that leaves me uncomfortable.

The voices come next, soft, sibilant whispers. Evil. Whoever they are, they'd be the villains in any story.

Eventually, I realize the darkness is really just pain. Pain that throbs and aches in half my face. But why?

Vampires.

That's why.

My eyes fly open when I finally remember, and I struggle to sit up, blinking into the darkness.

I can't see anything.

Are my eyes open?

My hands won't reach my face, yanking against something cold and hard around my wrists.

Manacles?

Swiping my hands around, I can feel the heavy, rusted chains holding me down, bolted to the floor.

Fuck.

This is…

Really not good.

Ava. Is Ava here?

"Ava?" I whisper, but there's nothing.

that erratic plink, plink-plink of

the voices

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

try to move again,

go!" I yank at the manacles, the metal biting into my wrists. Pain sears through my arms, but I don't care. I

twist, my skin tearing, blood trickling down my forearms. Sobs wrack my body, each one tearing out

the shackles

Plink. Plink-plink.

stone walls, a small window high above my head. The barest

I'm in a cell.

A fucking cell.

up in some vampire's dungeon like a gothic

Plink-plink-plink.

picks up pace, as if mocking my realization. I want to scream

super strength hidden deep inside. I can't shift into a wolf or melt into shadows. Humans are

I hate this.

Hated his grim determination

was here to

smugness over this

How can he possibly find me when I don't even know where I

hot and bitter. I

think of Ava, of her fierce determination and unwavering loyalty. She won't give up on me. She'll tear this world

they

don't know. I don't know anything about this

that I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared and I don't

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

head, driving out every other thought. It's maddening, the irregularity of it.

blood and focus on the pain. It grounds me, keeps me from

me. That Lucas and the Westwood pack will tear this place apart stone by stone until they

believe that. Because the alternative is too terrifying to

my eyes and picture Kellan's face. I imagine his arms around

a moment,

Plink.

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