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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oh, how I want to scream.

did, all night, and no

to shut me up, either.

come harder now, my body shaking with

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

me? Why go through the trouble of taking me, of keeping me alive?

sounds and whispers pierce the silence, dragging me from

the odd

as the scraping grows louder, closer. It’s a grating, unnatural noise that sets my teeth on edge and causes my head to ache. The whispers, too, become

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curl up and hide.

nowhere to run, because I’m

scraping stops, and for a moment, there’s only silence. Heavy, oppressive, making it hard

slides into itself, revealing a

him. The vampire from

lips

purrs, his voice like silk

my wrists, bleeding and swollen from many attempts to get out of

want?” My voice is tremulous, despite my efforts to keep it steady.

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

slow and measured as he approaches. I can’t look away, can’t move, can’t breathe. It’s

skin. Close enough that I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way they seem to darken

out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch is like ice, and I

but it comes out more like a plea. Not the demand I

to the end.

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

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mine now, and I’ll do whatever I please with you.”

he means by that, don’t want to think about the horrors that await me. But my mind races ahead, conjuring up images of pain and blood and violation, each

way my voice breaks, hating the tears

flash of white teeth in the gloom.