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Thanks to Silver Posion xD
Onwards!
Resentment
Around twenty minutes later, Lafayette was brought back into the basement.
"Don't worry. I haven't forgot about you." The Sheriff told me. He hand-cuffed me and then another vampire and himself brought me to an empty room with a chair. They strapped me to it and a few minutes later, Pam joined us. The Sheriff, Pam and 'Chow' were all stood around me.
"Who are you working for?" The Sheriff asked me.
"Why would I tell you?"
"Because you want to live." he replied.
"Are you sure about that?" I questioned, "I've been in that disgusting basement for about four hours, that's enough to make me want to kill myself. You really need to renovate."
"I don't need your opinion." he stated blankly.
"Really? You do realise there's a severed head down there somewhere?"
"Pam." He gave her a meaningful look.
Suddenly, my hand had a ginormous nail going in one side and coming out of the other. Air filled my lungs, and I almost gave out a scream of agony - I bit my lip. I wouldn't show pain.
"I hope that's sterile!" I shouted.
My Blood oozed out of the grisly wound.
"Since you won't tell me who you are working for, do you mind telling me what your purpose was here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I managed, "I did try to stake you twice."
"Are you really going to keep up this ridiculous charade?" Pam asked, "Have you not realised? Your being tortured, there's a huge nail in your hand, and there's isn't a way out."
"There is a way out - I just haven't exited yet." I was not going to tell them anything about the organization.
"Leave us." The Sheriff commanded to other two, and they blurred out of sight.
"Can you not just kill me already. It's not fun anymore. It's just boring." I whined.
"I'm growing tired of this." he said, and bringing a knife into view, he slowly hovered it over my leg - and then stabbed it straight in.
The excruciating pain started where the knife had entered, then quickly worked it way around the whole of my leg. It was red hot, and I only just resisted the urge to shriek in agony.
He brought his face close to mine. "Talk." he pushed.
I shook my head violently. His hand twisted the knife around. I sucked in a deep breath and bit my lip until I couldn't hold the hurting in any longer.
I screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed until I did have any air left to get the sound out. Hot tears flowed, and when they dripped onto my legs I noticed they were only slightly red - almost back to normal. I breathed erratically in an attempt to calm myself. I needed blood, it was the only way I would heal before I bled to death.
As if reading my mind, The Sheriff bit into his wrist and held it in front of me.
"It must be awful." He spoke, "When it's right there in front you, and you can't have it. Go ahead, try to take it."
I looked up at him. "I wouldn't dream of drinking your filthy blood!" I spat.
Pam and Chow burst through the door.
"I smelt your blood," Pam began, "I thought maybe she'd somehow-" The Sheriff interrupted her.
"That will never happen again. I'm finished will her, take her back down to the basement." He ordered.
They removed me from the chair.
"This is the start of your daily routine." He informed me with a sly smile. I stuck my tongue out at him.