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

did, all night, and no one

one came to shut me up, either.

harder now,

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

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

sounds and whispers pierce the silence, dragging

that I realize the odd dripping sound, the one that had been my constant companion, disappeared while I

sets my teeth on edge and 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 with

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up and hide.

to run, because I’m

there’s only silence. Heavy, oppressive,

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, and my

vampire from

His lips curve into

purrs, his voice like silk over

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

My voice is tremulous, despite

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a sound that echoes off the walls and makes me flinch. “Oh, we’ll get to that,” he says, taking a step closer. “But first, let’s have a little chat, shall

movements are almost hypnotic, his steps slow and 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 of

can see the hunger in his eyes,

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 that.”

more like a plea. Not the demand

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

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 violation, each more terrible than the last.

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

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