instincts both as a man and a vampire telling him to take and dominate. He was visibly shaking as he stood off to the side. “In that case, it seems you'll be gracing our research wing and will be tested to see why you survived the change and others have failed.”
Anything sounded better at that minute than being raped.
With his statement hanging in the air, he turned on his heel and left the room slamming the door behind him so hard the furniture rattled.
Dropping her head back against the pillows she let out a shaky breath.
Sebastian would come for her. He wouldn’t leave her here at the hands of Lucien. He'd find her somehow and get her out of here. He had to.
The door opened and she sat up as best she could as four armed guards walked into the room with a scientist. They must be here to take her to the lab to start the experiments. Her heart thudded noisily in her chest.
They unlocked the chains from the bed and two of the guards clipped the shackle to their own wrists so she couldn’t escape without having to drag a dead body with her. She let out a resigned sigh and followed them from the room.
Feeling groggy, Charlotte forced her eyes open and glanced around the tiny cell she was now an inhabitant of. It was a quarter the size of her old one with nothing but a toilet and bed in.
Her head hurt, it was pounding like a bass drum, as did her arm, and she reached up to press her hand to the pounding sensation and felt something wet against her fingers. Bringing them back down she saw flesh blood on her fingers and snarled.
It was then she noticed the long gash running from wrist to elbow of her other arm. It hadn’t been closed by stitches which explained its long healing time. Reaching over with her other hand she pressed the skin together, her eyes filling with tears at the agony of the wound and banged her head against the wall to try and numb the pain she felt with a different one. When the skin was closer together she pressed it against the wall with her body and used her free hand to rip a strip of fabric from the bedding and wrapped it around the wound hoping it would hold it together good enough until it healed.
Once done she collapsed back on the bed feeling exhausted. It had been a while since she'd fed and with the loss of blood from the tests they'd performed her hunger was beginning to build much like that first time she'd felt it.
It only got worse as the hours passed until she felt like she'd go mad with it.
The cell door opened suddenly and Lucien walked in. He wasn’t alone. He had a man with him who looked about the same age as her. It would have seemed friendly if not for the hand Lucien had wrapped around the nape of his neck or the wide eyed terror on the man's face.
“I brought you a present, my dear,” Lucien said and shoved the man closer to her. The newcomer stared at her in trepidation wondering what was going to happen next.
Charlotte gouged her nails into her thigh to stop herself from reaching out to the man. She couldn’t give in. The temptation to feed from him was almost too much for her though. “I don’t want him!”
Lucien's dark laugh filled the cell. “You'll have to feed eventually,” he said and grasped the other man by the neck and hauled him from the room. He turned back to face her, once he'd closed the cell door, and yanked the man's head back before sinking his teeth into the man's neck in a vicious bite that had blood dripping in thick rivulets down his throat. The man jerked, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
The smell of the blood hit her nose and she went through a violent struggle with her more baser instincts to deny herself the blood that was flowing down the poor man's neck.
Lucien dropped the now twitching man to her floor and kicked him closer to her cell in case she decided she wanted to drink from him after all.
“ You're sick!” She growled, her eyes on the dead man at his feet.
His lips drew down in a snarl, “Enjoy your
Anything sounded better at that minute than being raped.
With his statement hanging in the air, he turned on his heel and left the room slamming the door behind him so hard the furniture rattled.
Dropping her head back against the pillows she let out a shaky breath.
Sebastian would come for her. He wouldn’t leave her here at the hands of Lucien. He'd find her somehow and get her out of here. He had to.
The door opened and she sat up as best she could as four armed guards walked into the room with a scientist. They must be here to take her to the lab to start the experiments. Her heart thudded noisily in her chest.
They unlocked the chains from the bed and two of the guards clipped the shackle to their own wrists so she couldn’t escape without having to drag a dead body with her. She let out a resigned sigh and followed them from the room.
Feeling groggy, Charlotte forced her eyes open and glanced around the tiny cell she was now an inhabitant of. It was a quarter the size of her old one with nothing but a toilet and bed in.
Her head hurt, it was pounding like a bass drum, as did her arm, and she reached up to press her hand to the pounding sensation and felt something wet against her fingers. Bringing them back down she saw flesh blood on her fingers and snarled.
It was then she noticed the long gash running from wrist to elbow of her other arm. It hadn’t been closed by stitches which explained its long healing time. Reaching over with her other hand she pressed the skin together, her eyes filling with tears at the agony of the wound and banged her head against the wall to try and numb the pain she felt with a different one. When the skin was closer together she pressed it against the wall with her body and used her free hand to rip a strip of fabric from the bedding and wrapped it around the wound hoping it would hold it together good enough until it healed.
Once done she collapsed back on the bed feeling exhausted. It had been a while since she'd fed and with the loss of blood from the tests they'd performed her hunger was beginning to build much like that first time she'd felt it.
It only got worse as the hours passed until she felt like she'd go mad with it.
The cell door opened suddenly and Lucien walked in. He wasn’t alone. He had a man with him who looked about the same age as her. It would have seemed friendly if not for the hand Lucien had wrapped around the nape of his neck or the wide eyed terror on the man's face.
“I brought you a present, my dear,” Lucien said and shoved the man closer to her. The newcomer stared at her in trepidation wondering what was going to happen next.
Charlotte gouged her nails into her thigh to stop herself from reaching out to the man. She couldn’t give in. The temptation to feed from him was almost too much for her though. “I don’t want him!”
Lucien's dark laugh filled the cell. “You'll have to feed eventually,” he said and grasped the other man by the neck and hauled him from the room. He turned back to face her, once he'd closed the cell door, and yanked the man's head back before sinking his teeth into the man's neck in a vicious bite that had blood dripping in thick rivulets down his throat. The man jerked, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
The smell of the blood hit her nose and she went through a violent struggle with her more baser instincts to deny herself the blood that was flowing down the poor man's neck.
Lucien dropped the now twitching man to her floor and kicked him closer to her cell in case she decided she wanted to drink from him after all.
“ You're sick!” She growled, her eyes on the dead man at his feet.
His lips drew down in a snarl, “Enjoy your
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