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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came to

now, my body

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trying to make myself small, trying to disappear. But there’s nowhere to

of keeping me alive? The possible answers terrify me, each more gruesome than the last. Ransom,

whispers pierce the silence, dragging me from

to hear more, to understand what’s happening beyond my cell. It’s only then that I realize the odd dripping sound, the one that had been my constant companion, disappeared while I was lost in

closer. It’s a grating, unnatural noise that sets my teeth on edge and causes my head to ache. The whispers, too, become more distinct, though

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up and hide.

go, nowhere to run, because I’m chained to the

for a moment, there’s only silence. Heavy, oppressive, making it hard to

slides into itself, revealing a

vampire from

remember, all pale skin and dark hair, with eyes that gleam with a predatory light. His lips curve into a smile, but there’s no warmth in it. Only a cruel

kitten,” he purrs, his voice

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

you want?” My voice is tremulous, despite my efforts to keep

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

measured as he approaches. I can’t look away, can’t move, can’t breathe. It’s like I’m frozen, trapped by the sheer force

me, close enough that I can feel the chill emanating from his skin. Close enough that I can see the

murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His

more like a

the

fingers trailing down my cheek, my jaw, my neck. “You’re not in

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mine now, and I’ll do

want to think about the horrors that await me. But

hating the tears that sting my eyes. “Please, just

a flash of white teeth in the gloom. Two are long and sharp, shooting pure