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.

I can't give up. I

have to hold on to hope, to the belief that

But how?

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

none of them really

not

how they're cold, either.

my skin like the caress of winter itself. But after he drank from

the warmth from their victims, leaving them shivering and weak in the aftermath? It

it against him. If I can make myself too

No. That's stupid.

from

I won't die from it

to sit up, the chains clanking with every movement. My muscles

Is it the cold? Is it from

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

bound as they are. But I can

things get a little

adapting everything to my shortened range of motion, focusing

Stay strong.

Stay focused.

can't fight back if I just give up

dank cell. Breathe in, breathe out. Each exhale is a little deeper, a little louder as my heart rate picks up. I

Any small victory over my

stone against stone shatters the trance, every muscle in my body tensing. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle as dread washes over me in icy waves.

huddling in the farthest corner as the echoing footsteps grow louder. My mind races, desperately grasping for anything I can use as a weapon, a means of defense this

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

trepidation as the stone wall groans and slides open, scraping

It's not the vampire.

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