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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?

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

of them really agree

not

mentioned how they're cold, either. So very,

like ice, his fingers trailing over my skin like

what he wanted... he was warm.

human.

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weak in the aftermath? It makes a twisted sort of sense, a parasitic existence that feeds

that's true, then maybe there's a way to use it against him. If 1 can make myself too cold to

No. That's stupid.

die from that

entirely certain I won't die from it right

to sit up, the chains clanking with every movement. My muscles scream in protest, but I grit

it just pain from laying on the stone floor for-how

with my limbs bound as they are. But I can move. My

get a

to my shortened range of motion, focusing on

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Stay strong.

Stay focused.

just give up and laze around on

little deeper, a little. louder as my heart rate picks up. I

these chains.

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

body tensing. The hairs on the back of my

inward, huddling in the farthest corner 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

underlies the ever-present must,

chemical.

trepidation as the stone wall

It's not the vampire.

Thank God.

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159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

features at odds. with the dreary confines of this place. Short, feathery brown hair frames a face that would be pretty were it not for the sickly, translucent pallor