Tangled

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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,

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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.

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I want

no

came to shut me

harder now, my body shaking with

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small, trying to disappear. But there’s nowhere to hide, nowhere to

of taking me, of keeping me alive? The possible answers

sounds and whispers pierce the silence,

understand what’s happening beyond my cell. It’s only then that I realize the odd dripping sound, the one that had been

head to ache. The whispers, too, become more distinct, though

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to curl up and hide.

nowhere to run, because I’m chained to

there’s only silence. Heavy,

eyes widen as part of the wall slides into itself, revealing a dark

The vampire from the

hair, with eyes that gleam with a predatory light. His lips curve into a smile, but

purrs, his voice like silk

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

want?” My voice is tremulous, despite my efforts

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that echoes off the walls and makes me flinch. “Oh, we’ll get to that,” he says, taking a

his steps slow and measured as he approaches. I can’t look away,

Close enough that I can see the

pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch is like ice, and I jerk my face away. “And feisty, too. I like

me,” I whisper, but it comes out more like a plea. Not the demand I wish I could throw

to the end.

chuckles, his fingers trailing down my cheek, my jaw, my neck. “You’re not in a position to

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low and dangerous. “You’re mine now, and I’ll do whatever I please with

think about the horrors that await me. But my mind races ahead, conjuring up

hating the way my voice breaks, hating the tears that sting my

of white teeth in the gloom. Two are long and