Carla
"Arevi!" Open. Carla shouted at the onyx barrier pressing in on her. Nothing. It would be minutes before the walls would close and crush her. The enclosure was an arm's length away from her now. "Cresto! Breillia Mea." Stop. Release.
How was she going to get out? Her heart hammered in her chest as the first wall reached her. She pushed with all her might, but it continued sliding. The other wall opposite her barreled nearer and slammed into her back.
Would Vlad raise her as a zombie when he found her dead? She shivered against the image. Not happening. She was a vegan for God's sake, the idea of eating brains made her nauseous. Vlad might halt the crushing snare and let her rot to death or sell her as a vampire bloodmare. She'd be drunk every other night, forced into sex with other humans in their underground slave market to produce offspring to be raised as bloodmares themselves. God, I fucking hate vampires!