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

night, and no one came

to shut me up,

come harder now, my body shaking with

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

in my mind, the questions swirl, dark and insidious. What do they want with me? Why go through the trouble of taking me, of keeping me alive? The

and whispers pierce the silence, dragging me from

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 fitful

sets my teeth on edge and causes my head to ache. The whispers,

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to curl up and

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

a moment, there’s only silence. Heavy, oppressive,

against stone. My eyes widen as part of the wall slides into

vampire from the

with eyes that gleam with a predatory light. His lips curve into a smile, but there’s no warmth in it. Only a cruel amusement that makes my blood run

voice like

my wrists,

is tremulous, despite my

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makes me flinch. “Oh, we’ll get to that,” he says, taking a step closer. “But first, let’s

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

in front of me, close enough that I can feel the chill emanating from his skin. Close enough that I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way they seem to darken as they

hair from my face. His touch

it comes out more like a plea. Not the demand I wish I could throw

the end.

cheek, my jaw, my neck. “You’re not in a position to

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voice low and dangerous. “You’re mine now,

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

the

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