She carefully brushed her hair in front of her dresser, her skin was as pale as ghost, her eyes blue and lifeless. She snarled at her own reflection, her fangs showed and irked her even more.
She went to the windows and stared at the full moon, her chains dragging with her as she moved.
She wondered where her captor is. He is usually punctual, he is almost always never late. But he has been gone for hours tonight, and that has been too burdensome.
She hated waiting for him, and yet there was a part of her that couldn't stop from doing so. A part of her she will never fully accept or acknowledge.
Not like she cares about her abductor, because that will be ridiculous. She only ever cares about two things.
Revenge, and freedom. These two things should have been obvious to him from the start.
