temp chapter

In the depths of Blackrock castle, in a dimly lit dungeon, a figure sat upon the cold, unforgiving stone floor. Her once elegant attire was now tattered, her makeup streaked, and her hair a wild, dishevelled mess. On her neck were two puncture wounds like something with sharp fangs had sunk its teeth in there. There were streaks of blood dripping down her collar staining it bloody. Her blood had long dried but the memory of how it happened was still fresh in her mind. 

Her lips quirked into an eerie smile as she moved her hand slightly making soft clanking sounds. There were chains of dark iron binding her limbs, their cruel enchantments sapping her innate power. Despite her dire circumstances, the sinister smile playing upon her lips grew bigger as she gazed into the abyss of her shattered mind, spirit, and soul. From a distance, she could hear two people conversing about her. It was two vampires who had been tasked with the duty of guarding her.