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?

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

them really agree

not super

mentioned how they're cold, either.

ice, his fingers trailing over my skin like the earess of winter itself. But

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

human.

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

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

No. That's stupid.

from that

certain I won't die from it right

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

pain from laying on the stone floor for-how

do much, not with my limbs bound as they are. But I can move. My

things get a

to, adapting everything to my shortened range of motion, focusing on stretching and using

159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

Stay strong.

Stay focused.

I just give up and

cell. Breathe in, breathe out. Each exhale is a little

these chains.

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

hairs on the back of my neck.

I can use as a weapon, a means of defense this time. I will not be

tang underlies the ever-present

chemical.

wall groans and slides open, scraping against the

It's not the vampire.

Thank God.

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159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

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