Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 149 Lisa: Enthralled (I)

LISA

When moonlight fades and the sun rises, I can see my cell with more clarity.

Rust clings to my wrists and ankles, the metal biting into my skin with every trembling movement. Chains rattle against stone, a sound that mocks my rising panic. No matter how I strain and yank, they hold fast, ignoring the blood that streams down my arms when my skin breaks under the pressure.

This cell, this prison, is a nightmare made manifest. Cold, damp air seeps into my bones, and the stench of decay fills my nostrils. No comfort of a bed greets me, only the unforgiving hardness of the floor beneath my body.

A single, rotting bucket sits in the far corner, a cruel taunt of basic needs denied.

My eyes dart around, desperate for some sign of escape, but the walls offer no salvation. Rough-hewn stone and brick, marred by the telltale stains of suffering, mock my desperation. Those dark splatters, rust-brown and eerie in the dim light filtering through the tiny window above, speak of horrors I can't begin to imagine.

But I don't need to imagine, do I? I'm living it now.

Why? The question pounds in my head. Why me? What does my captor want?

I grasp at my memories, trying to make sense of the jumbled pieces. The party, the laughter, the punch that made my head swim. Bren. The vampire.

But nothing else.

Tears sting my eyes, hot and bitter as they slip down my cheeks.

I want to scream, to yell until my voice gives out, but some instinct warns me against it. Don't let them know you're awake. Don't give them a reason to come.

peaceful so far, but

I want

night, and no one came to

to shut

the chains allow, trying to make myself small, trying to disappear. But there's nowhere to hide, nowhere

do they want with me? Why go through the trouble of taking me, of keeping me

the

tense, straining to hear more, to understand what's happening beyond my cell. It's only then that I realize the odd

noise that sets my teeth on edge and causes my head to ache. The whispers, too, become more distinct, though I can't make out the words. The voices are low, urgent, and filled with a malevolence that makes me

to go, nowhere to run,

a moment, there's only silence. Heavy,

stone. My eyes widen as part of the wall slides into itself, revealing a dark passageway. A figure steps through, tall and imposing, and

The vampire

just as I remember, all pale skin and dark hair, with eyes that gleam with a predatory light. His lips curve into a smile, but there's no warmth in it. Only a cruel amusement that

his voice like silk over

far as my chains allow, despite the pain in my wrists, bleeding and swollen from many

is tremulous, despite my efforts

get to that," he says, taking a step closer.

can't look away, can't move, can't breathe. It's like I'm frozen,

chill emanating from his skin. Close enough that I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way they seem to darken as they roam over

a strand of hair from my face. His touch is like ice, and I jerk my face away. "And feisty, too.

touch me," I whisper, but it comes out more like a plea. Not the demand I wish

my jaw, my neck. "You're not in a position to make demands, kitten," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine