Tangled

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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.

150 Lisa: Enthrallod (HT)

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?

close my eyes, trying to summon every scrap of knowledge I have. about vampires. It's not much, just bits and

none of them really agree

not

mentioned how they're cold, either.

the way his touch had been like ice, his fingers trailing over

what he wanted... he was

human.

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their victims, leaving them shivering and weak in the aftermath? It makes a twisted sort of sense, a parasitic existence that

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

No. That's stupid.

die from that

not entirely certain I won't die from

force myself to sit up, the chains clanking with every movement. My muscles scream in protest, but I grit my teeth It shouldn't hurt this

from laying on the stone floor for-how

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

things get a

range of motion, focusing

159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

Stay strong.

Stay focused.

if I just give up and

Each exhale is a little

these chains.

Any small victory over my circumstances fuels my determination to keep fighting, to

my body tensing. The hairs on the back of my neck. prickle as

the 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 The stale air shifts, carrying

tang underlies the ever-present must,

chemical.

trepidation as the stone wall groans and slides open, scraping

It's not the vampire.

Thank God.

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159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

with the dreary confines of this place. Short, feathery brown hair frames a face that would be pretty were it not