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Her shoulders were going to pop out of their joints if she thrashed about too much, but the need to get out of there overrode all her other instincts.
“Dorian!” she cried out.
He responded in a flat tone, “You’re a doll, Lena,”
What the hell?
“My you are a pretty one,” purred the vampire somewhere behind her. Lena tensed when his rough finger slid down her spine. “It’s no wonder my son chose you to play with.”
Above her, dust and ash fell from the ceiling as Dorian thrashed around upstairs, roaring and fighting to get to her.
All it took was this man’s voice to set Dorian off. First with unbridled fear, now with white-hot fury.
Oh shit. She knew who this was. And knew what he was capable of.
You’re a doll, Lena.
Dolls were complacent. Obedient. Tolerant.
Dolls also had no real emotion.
Dolls… had no fear.
Dorian was giving her a way to get out of this alive. If this vampire enjoyed torture and coaxing fear from his victims, she’d make sure to show him nothing at all. I’m a doll. I’m a doll. I’m a doll.
This wasn’t going to work. Nope. Nope. Nope. Lena’s stomach roiled when the bastard ran his hand along her ass. The sensation was vile and disgusting and Lena clamped down on her emotions and attempted to give him nothing. Not a whimper. Not a gasp. Not a twitch.
Above her, Dorian fought for his life. Each grunt and slam she heard made her shudder. More of the ceiling crumbled down around her.
“Bring him down!” the cruel vampire hollered.
Dorian was right, this guy was a monster. Burn scars puckered across his face, over most of his balding skull. More scarring disappeared into his t-shirt. His cargo pants were filthy and tattered. His jagged fingernails were long and blackened with fungus. One of his eyes could barely open from heavy lacerations that never healed right.
He stared up at the ceiling. The fight was getting worse up there, and Lena put her money on Dorian having the upper hand. The ceiling crumbled, wood cracked, then BAM! Dorian and Stryx fell through and slammed onto the ground in a twist of limbs and fists and teeth.
“Enough!” the scarred one hollered. “You can both take turns. Stryx, Dorian, play nice.”
Dorian grappled for a piece of broken wood to use on Stryx but the other vampire kicked it away before he could reach it.
“Damnit, Dorian.” The monster stormed behind Lena and the next thing she saw was three daggers go flying. At such a short distance, they each hit their marks and did unholy damage. Dorian and Stryx both howled in pain. Smoke rose from Dorian’s body and he dropped to his hands and knees. Stryx scrambled away.
“Father,” Dorian’s chest heaved as he struggled for breath. Blood poured out of his wounds. Free flowing. Those knives hit vital organs. “Father, don’t.”
Something sharp scratched down her skin and she clamped down on her courage, holding onto it for dear life.
“So pretty,” the monster said behind her. “If I give her wings, Dorian, do you think she would fly?”
Chapter 44
Dorian burned in furious agony. He sucked down oxygen and the taste of rotten air seized his lungs, setting them alight. He had no clue how this was happening. How this was possible. But fear gripped him and when those daggers flew into his body, he was a small boy again. A small boy in a fight for his life against a monster with more tricks up his sleeves than the devil himself.
If there was truly a Hell, Satan must have spat this beast out and forbid him to ever return. That’s the only possible reason his father could still be alive.
“So pretty.” His father ignored him and took his time inspecting Lena from tip to toes. “If I give her wings, do you think she would fly?”
Stryx cried out as he ripped the dagger from his shoulder.
“Stop whining, son.” The monster tsked. “I taught you better than that. Now, get over here.”