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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did, all night, and no one came

one came to shut

tears come harder now,

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as the chains. allow, trying to make myself small, trying to disappear. But

they want with me? Why go through the trouble of taking me, of keeping me alive? The possible answers terrify me, each more gruesome than the last. Ransom, torture,

whispers pierce the silence,

I realize the odd

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 a malevolence

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up and

run, because I’m chained to

only silence. Heavy, oppressive, making

of the wall slides into itself, revealing a dark passageway. A figure

him. The vampire from the party.

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

his voice like

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

is tremulous, despite my efforts to keep it

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

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

I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way they seem to darken as they

little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch is like ice, and

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

to the

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

about the horrors that await me. But my mind races ahead, conjuring up images of pain and blood

breaks, hating the tears that sting my eyes.

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