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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?

summon every scrap of knowledge I have. about vampires. It's not

them really agree with

not super

how they're cold, either. So very,

been like ice, his fingers trailing over my skin

he'd taken what he wanted...

human.

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

it against him. If 1 can

No. That's stupid.

die from

certain I won't die from it

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

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

not with my limbs bound as they are. But I can move. My body

get a

my shortened range of motion, focusing on stretching and

159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

Stay strong.

Stay focused.

can't fight back if I just give up and laze around on the stone

breathe out. Each exhale is a little deeper, a little. louder as my heart rate picks up. I can feel the warmth

these chains.

small victory over my circumstances fuels my determination to keep

against stone shatters the trance, every muscle in my body tensing. The hairs

I can use as a weapon, a means of defense this time. I will not be a helpless The stale air shifts,

acrid tang underlies

chemical.

watch in trepidation as the stone wall groans

It's not the vampire.

Thank God.

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159 Lisa Enthralled (III)

tiny, barely cresting five feet, her delicate features at odds. with the dreary confines of this place. Short, feathery brown hair frames a face that