Chapter 66: Tortured, Part 2

Time ceased to exist. One moment bled into the next, and I had no idea how long I'd been trapped in this prison. My wrist burned with fiery pain, and I was too weak to lift my arm to assess the damage. My memories were getting foggier by the second, but I could feel every bite mark, reminding me I was nothing more than Hannah's personal juice box.

A quick mental check counted five bites - one on each of my wrist, one on my inner thigh, one on my calf, and another on my hip. But I was still human. That knowledge gave me some hope. If I were lucky, Hannah would drink a little too much next time and kill me.

I lay on my side, shivering. The heavy door creaked open. My heart kickstarted, and I prepared myself for another attack. I curled into the fetal position and squeezed my eyes shut, as if that would somehow prevent the imminent pain.

"Chloe?"