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.

to hope, to the

But how?

knowledge I have about vampires. It's not much, just bits and pieces gleaned

really

that's not

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

in the aftermath? It makes a twisted sort of sense, a parasitic existence that feeds

I can make myself too cold to be appealing, too frigid

No. That's stupid.

die from

won't die

force myself to sit up, the chains clanking with every

Is it from something he

pain from laying on the stone floor for—how long has it

can't do much, not with my limbs bound as they are. But I can move. My body stretches, twists, and turns with some

get

can't do anything I'm used to, adapting everything to my shortened range of motion, focusing on stretching and using

Stay strong.

Stay focused.

fight back if I just give up and laze around

through the dank cell. Breathe in, breathe out. Each exhale is a little deeper, a little louder as my heart rate

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

The hairs on the back of my neck prickle as dread washes over me in icy waves. He's coming

curl inward, huddling in the farthest corner as the echoing footsteps grow louder. My mind races, desperately grasping for anything I can use as a

air shifts, carrying a new scent that makes my nose wrinkle. An acrid tang underlies the ever-present must, sharp

the stone wall groans and slides open, scraping against the

It's not the vampire.

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