Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 159

Chapter 159 Lisa: Enthralled (III)

My thigh burns.

It's an odd ache between desire and pain. I itch, rub, and scratch, but those two perfect, circular punctures remain in the skin, though no blood seeps out.

It took so long for the desire he'd forced into me to dissipate, leaving my body feeling more like me again. The power he has to overcome my natural revulsion is terrifying, and I spend way too much time dreaming up horrible scenarios in which I'm used as a sex slave to a vampire.

Though, he didn't seem to have much interest in the actual sex aspect, outside of… how did he say it?

Oh, yeah.

Flavoring.

The word makes me shudder. He's going to drain me of every drop of blood one day.

And no matter how long I sit here, I have no ideas on how to fight back.

What would Ava do in this situation? I can't believe she would sit here and let it happen to her. She'd fight back somehow, right?

But…

Ava isn't exactly human, either.

Maybe once, but not anymore.

Shivering in the cold, I roll carefully to my other side, using my clothing scraps as a barrier between my skin and stone.

I can't wear them. May as well lay on them.

My body aches in ways I never thought possible. The frigid temperature of the floor seeps through my bones, an insidious chill that refuses to abate no matter how tightly I curl in on myself.

Manacles chafe against my wrists and ankles. I tug at them with a weak yank every so often, knowing it's futile but unable to resist. The metal is unyielding, the chains too strong for my human strength to break.

can't give up.

hope, to the belief that

But how?

my eyes, trying to summon every scrap of knowledge I have about vampires. It's not much, just bits and pieces gleaned from movies and

them really

not

them mentioned how they're cold, either.

the caress of winter itself. But after he drank from me, after he'd taken

they do? Steal the warmth from their victims, leaving them shivering and weak in the aftermath? It makes a twisted sort of sense, a parasitic

true, then maybe there's a way to use it against him. If I can make myself too

No. That's stupid.

from

certain I won't die from it right

I force myself to sit up, the chains clanking with every movement. My muscles scream

much. Is it the cold? Is it from something he did

just pain from laying on the stone floor

bound as they are. But I can move. My body stretches, twists, and turns with some protest, my muscles

get a little

everything to my shortened range of motion, focusing

Stay strong.

Stay focused.

if I just give up and laze

out. Each exhale is a little deeper, a little louder as my heart rate picks up. I can feel the warmth spreading through

to in this dismal place. Any small victory over my circumstances fuels my determination to keep fighting, to

stone against stone shatters the trance, every muscle in my body tensing. The hairs on the back

grasping for anything I can use as a weapon,

scent that makes my nose wrinkle. An acrid tang underlies the ever-present

the stone wall groans

It's not the vampire.

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