My thigh burns.
It's an odd ache between desire and pain. I itch, rub, and scratch, but those two perfect, circular punctures remain in the skin, though no blood seeps out.
It took so long for the desire he'd forced into me to dissipate, leaving my body feeling more like me again. The power he has to overcome my natural revulsion is terrifying, and I spend way too much time dreaming up horrible scenarios in which I'm used as a sex slave to a vampire.
Though, he didn't seem to have much interest in the actual sex aspect, outside of… how did he say it?
Oh, yeah.
Flavoring.
The word makes me shudder. He's going to drain me of every drop of blood one day.
And no matter how long I sit here, I have no ideas on how to fight back.
What would Ava do in this situation? I can't believe she would sit here and let it happen to her. She'd fight back somehow, right?
But…
Ava isn't exactly human, either.
