Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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. I

on to hope, to the belief that I'll make it out of

But how?

scrap of knowledge I have about vampires. It's not much, just

really agree

not super

of them mentioned how they're cold, either. So very,

over my skin like the caress of winter itself. But after he drank from me, after he'd taken what he wanted... he was

them shivering and weak in the aftermath? It makes a twisted sort of sense,

If I can make myself too cold

No. That's stupid.

die from that

won't die from it right

painfully, I force myself to sit up, the chains clanking

the cold? Is it

is it just pain from laying on the stone floor for—how

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

things get a

everything to my shortened range of motion, focusing on stretching and using

Stay strong.

Stay focused.

can't fight back if I just give up and

the dank cell. Breathe in, breathe out. Each exhale is a little deeper, a little louder as my heart rate picks up. I can feel the warmth spreading through my limbs as I stretch and contort within the confines

cling to in this dismal place. Any small victory over

The hairs on

the echoing footsteps grow louder. My mind races, desperately grasping for anything I can use as a weapon, a

my nose

wall groans and slides open, scraping against

It's not the vampire.