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

and no one came to save

no one came to

harder now,

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much as the chains. allow, trying to make myself small, trying to disappear. But there’s nowhere

through the trouble of taking me, of keeping me alive? The possible answers terrify

and whispers pierce the silence,

to hear more, to understand what’s happening beyond my cell. It’s only then that I realize the odd

causes my head to ache. The whispers, too, become more distinct, though I can’t make out the words. The voices are low, urgent, and filled

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curl up and

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

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

sound, like stone against stone. My eyes widen as part of the wall slides into itself, revealing a dark passageway. A figure steps through, tall and imposing,

The vampire

with eyes that gleam with a predatory light. His lips curve into a smile, but there’s no warmth in it.

voice like silk

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

is tremulous, despite

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

away, can’t move, can’t breathe. It’s like I’m frozen, trapped

that I can feel the chill emanating from his skin. Close enough that I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way

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

me,” I whisper, but it comes out more like a plea. Not

to the end.

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

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he says, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re mine now, and I’ll do whatever I please with you.”

breathe. I don’t want to imagine what 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

breaks, hating the tears that sting my eyes. “Please, just let me go.”

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