possibly fathom.” His tone mirrored mine, his lips were pressed into a hard line but his eyes shone. If he could produce tears, he surely would have.
“Come now, my love,” Victoria said softly to Thomas, stroking his arm. I snorted in utter disbelief. Victoria seemed as gentle as a cactus. I was suffering her pretence.
Thomas and Victoria turned and walked out of the door. He peered back at me, his eyes filled with sadness before he allowed his gaze to flicker to the glass that he’d left on the bedside table. His eyes bounced back to mine and he repeated the gesture. My lips curled into a smile. He closed the door softly.
I listened to the pair descend the stairs. I looked down at my chained hands and prepared to heave my weakened body off the mattress. I cried out as I finally achieved an awkward sitting position. I dug my heels into the mattress and swivelled so that I faced the edge of the bed, hooking the backs of my ankles over the mattress as leverage to shuffle my ass towards them. Getting there, I placed the soles of my bare feet onto the thick carpet allowing them to support my weight as shuffled along the bed towards the glass. I bent my head down lapping at the liquid, reaching into the glass with my dry tongue. Drips escaped my hungry mouth, dribbling down my chin, spotting and expanding into blobs on the front of my white dress.
I wondered how I’d failed to notice from the drop I’d taken earlier. The blood was not human. It was Thomas’ blood, the strong rusty taste danced around my mouth. My maker’s blood would make me stronger faster and possessed powerful healing properties. Essentially, it was human blood but it had run through his system before being extracted, therefore had entwined with his venom making the concoction quite potent.
My fangs had popped out and began to chink a tune out on the glass. I stopped drinking, fearing that Victoria may hear me from downstairs, which is why I didn’t attempt to lift the glass in the first place. The chains that hung from my wrists would have made too much noise.
I drew in three deep breaths, holding the last one while squeezing my eyes shut and screwing up my face in anticipation. I reached for my left hand with my right, the metal links bit into my flesh with the action. I managed to arrange one hand over the other, causing the radiuses in both wrists to crunch. I bit down hard on my lip to prevent the yelp of pain from escaping my mouth. Having reached the correct angle, I held still for a moment allowing my wrist bones to heal. Finally, I began to crush the bones of my upper hand, wincing and pressing my lips together to prevent a wail from slipping free of my throat.
I inhaled sharply looking down at my floppy hand, the bones powdered. I slid the chain over the skin swiftly, before the bones had a chance to begin the healing.
My breathing was laboured. I concentrated on levelling my gasps out as the bones re-formed in my hand, knitting together, mounting each other and sliding back to where they ought to be.
I held my healed hand out in front of my face and wiggled my fingers around before I reached for the glass, gulping the liquid down my throat as if it were the first drink I’d ever had in my life.
Carefully, I slowly unwrapped the chain from my right wrist, focussing on preventing the chain from clinking together. I flinched, throwing my head back and concentrating on the noises radiating up through the floorboards. It had to be Victoria. She was moaning softly with pleasure.
It dawned on me what Thomas’ plan to help me to escape had been.
I removed the remaining chain with a little less care and attention and got to my feet, tip-toeing towards the covered window. I made light work of opening the wooden blinds to reveal the glass window.
The moans escaping Victoria’s mouth in Thomas’ bedroom had become desperate, almost a gargling noise.
As I opened the window and stepped out onto the concrete ledge, I recognised the
“Come now, my love,” Victoria said softly to Thomas, stroking his arm. I snorted in utter disbelief. Victoria seemed as gentle as a cactus. I was suffering her pretence.
Thomas and Victoria turned and walked out of the door. He peered back at me, his eyes filled with sadness before he allowed his gaze to flicker to the glass that he’d left on the bedside table. His eyes bounced back to mine and he repeated the gesture. My lips curled into a smile. He closed the door softly.
I listened to the pair descend the stairs. I looked down at my chained hands and prepared to heave my weakened body off the mattress. I cried out as I finally achieved an awkward sitting position. I dug my heels into the mattress and swivelled so that I faced the edge of the bed, hooking the backs of my ankles over the mattress as leverage to shuffle my ass towards them. Getting there, I placed the soles of my bare feet onto the thick carpet allowing them to support my weight as shuffled along the bed towards the glass. I bent my head down lapping at the liquid, reaching into the glass with my dry tongue. Drips escaped my hungry mouth, dribbling down my chin, spotting and expanding into blobs on the front of my white dress.
I wondered how I’d failed to notice from the drop I’d taken earlier. The blood was not human. It was Thomas’ blood, the strong rusty taste danced around my mouth. My maker’s blood would make me stronger faster and possessed powerful healing properties. Essentially, it was human blood but it had run through his system before being extracted, therefore had entwined with his venom making the concoction quite potent.
My fangs had popped out and began to chink a tune out on the glass. I stopped drinking, fearing that Victoria may hear me from downstairs, which is why I didn’t attempt to lift the glass in the first place. The chains that hung from my wrists would have made too much noise.
I drew in three deep breaths, holding the last one while squeezing my eyes shut and screwing up my face in anticipation. I reached for my left hand with my right, the metal links bit into my flesh with the action. I managed to arrange one hand over the other, causing the radiuses in both wrists to crunch. I bit down hard on my lip to prevent the yelp of pain from escaping my mouth. Having reached the correct angle, I held still for a moment allowing my wrist bones to heal. Finally, I began to crush the bones of my upper hand, wincing and pressing my lips together to prevent a wail from slipping free of my throat.
I inhaled sharply looking down at my floppy hand, the bones powdered. I slid the chain over the skin swiftly, before the bones had a chance to begin the healing.
My breathing was laboured. I concentrated on levelling my gasps out as the bones re-formed in my hand, knitting together, mounting each other and sliding back to where they ought to be.
I held my healed hand out in front of my face and wiggled my fingers around before I reached for the glass, gulping the liquid down my throat as if it were the first drink I’d ever had in my life.
Carefully, I slowly unwrapped the chain from my right wrist, focussing on preventing the chain from clinking together. I flinched, throwing my head back and concentrating on the noises radiating up through the floorboards. It had to be Victoria. She was moaning softly with pleasure.
It dawned on me what Thomas’ plan to help me to escape had been.
I removed the remaining chain with a little less care and attention and got to my feet, tip-toeing towards the covered window. I made light work of opening the wooden blinds to reveal the glass window.
The moans escaping Victoria’s mouth in Thomas’ bedroom had become desperate, almost a gargling noise.
As I opened the window and stepped out onto the concrete ledge, I recognised the
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