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159 Lisa: Enthralled (III) My thigh burns.

It's an odd ache between desire and pain. I itch, rub, and scratch, but those two perfect, circular punctures remain in the skin, though no blood seeps out..

It took so long for the desire he'd forced into me to dissipate, leaving my body feeling more like me again. The power he has to overcome my natural revulsion is terrifying, and I spend way too much time dream Though, he didn't seem to have much interest in the actual sex aspect, outside of... how did he say it?

Oh, yeah.

Flavoring.

The word makes me shudder. He's going to drain me of every drop of blood one day.

And no matter how long I sit here, I have no ideas on how to fight.

back.

What would Ava do in this situation? I can't believe she would sit here and let it happen to her. She'd fight back somehow, right? But...

Ava isn't exactly human, either.

Maybe once, but not anymore.

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Shivering in the cold, I roll carefully to my other side, using my clothing scraps as a barrier between my skin and stone.

I can't wear them. May as well lay on them.

My body aches in ways I never thought possible. The frigid temperature of the floor seeps through my bones, an insidious chill that refuses to abate no matter how tightly I curl in on myself. Manacles chafe against my wrists and

ankles. I tug at them with at weak yank every so often, knowing it's futile but unable to resist. The metal is unyielding, the chains too strong for my human strength to break. But I can't give up. I won't.

I have to hold on to hope, to the belief that I'll make it out of here. somehow.

But how?

knowledge I have. about vampires. It's

them really agree with

not

them mentioned how they're

touch had been like ice, his fingers trailing over my skin like the earess of winter itself.

after he'd taken what he wanted... he was warm.

human.

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they do? Steal the warmth from their victims, leaving them shivering and weak in the aftermath? It makes a twisted sort of sense, a parasitic existence that feeds off the life force of

way to use it against him. If 1 can make myself too cold to be appealing, too frigid to provide

No. That's stupid.

from

I won't die from it right

with every movement. My muscles scream in protest, but I grit my teeth It shouldn't hurt this much. Is it the cold? Is it from something he did when he fed

from laying on the stone floor for-how long has it

bound as they are. But I can move. My body stretches, twists, and turns

get

my shortened range of

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Stay strong.

Stay focused.

I just give up and laze around on the stone

echoes through the dank cell. Breathe in, breathe out. Each exhale is a little deeper, a little. louder as my

these chains.

what I cling to in this dismal place. Any small victory over my

tensing. The hairs on the back of my neck. prickle as dread washes over me

echoing footsteps grow louder. My mind races, desperately grasping for anything I can use as a weapon, a means of defense this time. I will not be a helpless

An acrid tang underlies

chemical.

wall groans and slides

It's not the vampire.

Thank God.

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frames a face that would be pretty were it not for the sickly, translucent pallor