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Right then, someone had asked if i could do a chapter from another characters POV. if i do this, it will be dimitri's. i would like to know what everyone wants and have a vote. Can you please let me now if you are for or against another POV in one chapter! I have kept this rose POV only so far because that is what vampire academy is like but this is now your choice. If i do one, it will only be about Dimitri's sorrows and how he feels about rose's 'death' however. Let the voting... commence!

Message over, i am so SO sorry to my lovely followers for not posting earlier. i have had so much to do that there was not a spare second to write, BUT, hopefully i should have more time next week/weekend. i want to write a chapter on Wedsnesday but will have to see how that goes.

i didn't get much chance to proof read this chapter properly so sorry for that, however, i personally quite like it although there is no action. That will be coming very soon, i can promise you that.

Thank you again and please review what you think!

The torment continued. I couldn't distinguish the difference between true and false, reality and fake. Every day, I would recite my identity, where I was, and that I did not know Vasilissa Dragomir. Those details I clung to: my lifeline. Keeping me sane. Nothing else existed to me.

Each day was different, bringing a different torture to endure. I forgot why I had to endure it, but I just knew I had to. Must have been something important. But no matter what I thought, I couldn't let my mental barrier's down to who I used to be, that would be for me to remember when I escaped this hellhole. Adam would either make me believe I was the suffering the worst pain imaginable. Or that all the faces I had tried to distance myself from were dying around me because I still survived. Those experiences would knock my mental wall down a little bit more but I had to tell myself I didn't know these people. Once, he even faked my escape. I was so close… so, so close.

Flashback

I was awoken by a scuffling of bare skin against my floor. Adjusting, my eyes slowly took in what was happening. The human girl - which looked more like a drunken drug addict than a beautiful, teenage girl – was gingerly putting my daily (well, as far as I could guess was daily), dried pasta on the ground in the corner of my prison. She rose slightly hunched and scuttled out; nudging the door shut behind her. Thank god, I was ravenous and anything that would replenish my strength at all was welcome. I shuffled towards the food, using the wall for support, when I noticed the door hinge was held at an unusual angle. It was actually open! I could hear the scuffle of the girl making my drink just outside but this might just be my chance! I grabbed a handful of my food, unable to leave it untouched. And whilst shoving it in my mouth, I eased the door open. Just my luck that it didn't make a sound. Now, I had two options: either knock out the girl and proceed, or creep by and proceed. I couldn't feel any strigoi so if she screamed, I wouldn't be revealed. However, there was no guarantee I would be strong enough so I opted to creep past. There was no way I was risking trying to bring her along. I let my thoughts start streaming in robotic, guardian mode.

The room was a hexagonal shape with cabinets running along on one side. It was metallic, like my chamber, and it also looked unbreachable. Except from a heavy door directly opposite me. The girl was to my right, facing the wall. My best bet was the door, obviously, however unpassable it looked. Scanning the cabinets quickly, I spotted a small pin on the one closest to me. Anything sharp is better than nothing I guess. I grabbed it, hurried across as silently as I could and pulled at the door. After a few seconds, it gave way. At least it appeared I had hefty luck on my side. I entered a corridor which wound to the left. Stealthily, I jogged for about half a minute until I was facing a door. It was a simple door which imitated one you'd find at the front of a home. I picked the lock quickly with the pin I had acquired and stepped through. I was faced with a very heavy-duty flight of stairs. Carefully, I pulled myself up the narrow staircase and pressed open the door it had led to. I found myself in a luxury living room. The walls were coated in a velvet purple wallpaper and the room was littered with plush furniture. The carpet was thick, snowy white fur and a massive, plasma screen was attached to the wall surrounded by freshly scented flowers of vibrant colours. What was so surprising was that the room was completely unlived in. There were no signs of anyone being in here for quite a while which defeated the point of a luxury penthouse suite. On the opposite end of the room was a black door which contrasted to the purple and white theme running through the room. Beyond that door might be my freedom, there was nothing in the way. What if I was actually out. How long had it even been? Months… years. Stepping carefully, I made my way to the door and repeated the process of picking the lock. Sunlight streamed into the room when the door finally swung open and I was out. Just like that. The sun, I was safe. It was beautiful. I could return to…

End of Flashback

I cursed at remembering how gullible I had been. There were always subtle differences that I used to tell whether the world around my was reality, or a sick and twisted, fake lie. If it involved the people I recognised, they never said my nicknames. Adrian never called me 'little dhampir'; and Dimitri never called me 'Roza'. No! I didn't know those people! I couldn't think about them. I can't slip up. The other difference was the vividness. So robotic. My thoughts always came in military formation and order. It was like I had to think one thing at a time, one emotion. I was never confused and everything was so coincidental. What were the chances of me picking up a pin lying around which I would then have to pick the lock with.

My fists balled, collecting up scrunches of duvet in them. I had fallen for Adam's tricks so many times. Anger roared inside me, anger at myself. How was I so weak? Not just mentally but physically. I wouldn't even be able to fight Li, NO! I do not know who the person I was about to mention was. Argg. I pushed myself off the thin mattress and clambered ungracefully to me feet. Nowadays, all my imprisonment was was a waiting game. Waiting for Adam to tear my mind into a billion pieces and toy with it. My muscles ached at the movement, and it irritated me. Here I was, in a strigoi lair, barely able to stand. As if it would help, I jogged lightly around the small room, concentrating on my breathing rather than the outside world. It was barely 2 minutes until I was out of breath. But if there was any chance of getting back in shape, I had to push myself. I tugged at my mattress until it faced the wall and then heaved it so it was propped vertically against it. Without mercy, I pounced and started beating the crap out of the fabric. My punches and kicks were weak but I let my anger take over and fuel the movements.

My name is Rosemarie. I am being held captive by the strigoi. I must get out. This place is the only thing I have ever known. My name is Rosemarie. I am being held captive by the strigoi. I must get out. This place is the only thing I have ever known.

I repeated the lines over and over again in my head, getting louder and louder. Punching out each word until I slumped back in a heap of tears. This was now my life. My odds of ever escaping were thin and I wasn't the person I used to be. I was weak, vulnerable, tortured, useless, WEAK. How? How? At least it was me and not some poor, innocent person. If it wasn't me, then someone else would be surviving this torture and for that, I'm glad it's me. No one else deserved this fate and in that way, I was protecting them, whoever them was.

My internal, strigoi alarm spiked and I reeled around, suddenly alert. I would have roughly 2-3 minutes to put the mattress back to how it was before anyone saw. They couldn't know that I had tried to start training again. I could lose the only thing I had these days and that was a bed. Hurriedly, I hauled the mattress back to where it was and fidgeted, waiting for the strigoi to appear.

When Adam did appear, he grabbed me (but not too roughly) by the arm and pulled me out of the room whilst holding a hand over my eyes. By routine, he took me to my loo break and then brought me back to my room in the same fashion. I had tried to break out of his grip once but all it achieved was a fast slap round the face, so now I let him pull him along like a puppy. He then watched me guzzle my dry food and stale water hungrily before taking my hands in his. I tried to pull away, whimpering for him not to but to no avail. In the end I gave up and took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for what he was about to do to me. But whatever I did, it never prepares me.

There you are my lovelies. i hope you liked it. Please tell me along with your vote! Action will be coming very soon, i promise! and tips to make my writing better are much welcomed.