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.

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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?

about vampires. It's not much, just bits and pieces gleaned

of them really agree

not super

how they're cold, either.

trailing over my

he

human.

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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

him. If 1

No. That's stupid.

die from that

won't die from

the way my lungs protest the damp, musty air. Slowly, painfully, I 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 much. Is it the cold? Is it from something

it just pain from laying on the stone floor for-how long has it been? A day?

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

get a little

shortened range of motion,

159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

Stay strong.

Stay focused.

fight back if I just give up and laze

through the dank cell. Breathe in, breathe out. Each exhale is a little deeper, a little. louder as my heart rate picks up. I can feel the warmth spreading through my

these chains.

cling to in this dismal place. Any small victory over my circumstances fuels my determination to keep fighting, to never

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

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 a new scent

tang underlies

chemical.

wall groans and slides open, scraping against the

It's not the vampire.

Thank God.

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159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

hair frames a face that would be pretty were it not for the sickly, translucent pallor of her skin. Her eyes are an unnatural green that