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I lay there on that cold tile floor untill I realized that someone would be coming soon.

I pulled myself up with difficulty, for all I wanted to do right then, was lay there and forget where I was, what happened, and what was likely to happen in the days to come.

I opened the cabinet under the sink and took out a soft, white towel and a pair of sweatpants and baggy black t-shirt, then went to the shower and turned on the hot water.

As I waited for the water to heat up I stood at the sink like I had only yesterday, though it seemed like so long ago. I looked into the mirror and thought about I had already changed, eyes already a little less bright and already a little harder to smile, and I thought about how much more I would change when this was over.

That is, if I even survive.

I stood like this untill the steam began to curl up around my face and fog the mirror, obscuring my reflection. As I got in the shower I examined some of my wounds more closely and knew that Damon was right. The cuts would heal soon, the bruises sooner, and the worst injury I had was my broken left hand, and even that would heal more quickly than a humans would. I shuddered at the thought of what would happen when I heal, and grew determined to escape.

I thought quickly. There's only one door out of this room, but even if I managed to get that open, how do I know that there isn't someone guarding it? There's no windows to speak of... this was hopeless. I fought back the tears. No, I told myself. Crying will get me nowhere, I am not weak!

I let the water continue to run down my hair, face, and back, let it wash away my fears.

I stepped out of the shower, turning of the water, and pulled on the clothes that I had layed out. I sat back down on the spot I had been laying on before and examined my hand. It would definitely need to be re-dressed and could use a splint. As I turned my hand this way and that, examining it from every angle, I noticed something on the wall opposite of me.

I crawled on my knees to the spot quickly and let out a quick, hysterical sob of relief.

There was a vent, it was small, but I may be able to manage it in my wolf form. I examined it and my excitement was dulled, but hope was still there. I would need to be a little bit smaller to make the fit, but I could manage that. But how, and how to do it quickly?

I thought back to the vampire that would soon be sent to bring me my meal. I could just refuse the food, send it back. But then they were very likely to force feed me. I could throw it away, but where? The only other option I had was to throw it up afterwards. The mere thought of forcing myself to vomit disgusted me, but it was my only option. But I promised myself, if it was possible, I was just going to flush the food.

Though I knew that this was my best, needless to say only, plan, but there was still a downside. The lack of food will surely make me weak. If I must fight, I may not have the energy.

I had stood up and started to pace, but at this thought I slid back down the wall.

Its the only option, I assured myself. The only way to escape whatever torture they have in mind.

With my plan set I returned to the room, only to find that someone had already brough me my food. It was simple, chicken soup with a warm roll and a glass of water, but the ight made my mouth water. I felt myself waver, but resisted. Somewhat reluctantly, I picked up the tray of food and brought it to the bathroom, and drained the soup, but I toyed with the idea of eating the roll. Surely it wasn't much, and I needed energy. But I looked at it sadly, and tore it into small pieces, and threw it in after the soup. As I flushed it, I was still grateful that I hadn't had to throw up the meager meal, but knew that this would only get harder as I continued to have to refuse to eat. As I continued to starve myself, to save my life.

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Every meal that followed went the same way. Somebody would always bring it to me as I slept or showered, and I always flushed it, or on occasion, vomited it into the toilet in the small bathroom.

I could feel, and see, myself getting smaller... as well as weaker. I had been thin in the first place, but it seems as though I have lost whatever fat may have been on my body. As I lost energy, I was no longer able to do the excersizes I had been doing to spare my muscles, and then my muscle began to deteriorate as well.

I was about the size I needed to be, all I needed to do was heal a little bit more and change, and I'd be gone. Thankfully, Damon and the others had never come back I was many times grateful for the baggy clothes that hid my shrinking frame, though no one ever came and saw me. Everything I may have needed was delivered to me, clothes, a splint, gauze, and I soon began to lose track of time.

Then one day, I had a visitor.

It was the dark haired one, Ethan.

I was laying on the couch when he walked in, and as he walked in I stood up too quickly and got dizzy. I put my hand over my closed eyes and waited for it to pass. When I opened them, Ethan was directly in front of me.

He looked angry and I braced myself for what may come next.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he thundered, and my heart sunk, he couldn't possibly know what I've been doing

"I-I...I don't know what y-you're talking about." I stuttered.

He ran his han through his hair as he paced quickly around the room, and then quickly back to me." You could have killed yourself pulling a stunt like this!"

I pulled myself up higher and yelled back, "Why the hell do you care?!"

He glared and opened his mouth but then the door opened, and Damon walked in gracefully.

As he walked towards us, I felt my shoulders droop, I didn't have the strength for this. He took Ethan's place in front of me. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." he said stepping closer."Though theres not much left to look at is there?" I drew my head back and spat right in his face.

He wiped his cheek slowly with one hand, looked at his hand for a moment, before grabbing me quickly by the throat.

He raised me slightly so that my toes were skimming the ground."The spirit remains though." he chuckled."Even as the strength wastes away."

"I-am-not-weak"I gasped.

He grinned his malicious grin."I will be the judge of that."he said, and dropped me onto the ground.

I lay huddled and gasping for breath as he walked away, giving Ethan orders as he went."I want her to look presentable for tomorrow evening, it is a special occasion after all. And send in Charlotte,make sure that she gets her to eat something. I want her under supervision from now on. " He then called a bit louder over his shoulder to me,"Tomorrow is your day Iris, I suggest you get some rest."

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I had not moved from the spot on the floor where he threw me, and I was still there in what I was only assuming was the morning, when a female vampire with short blonde hair and pink highlights came in.

"Oh! Are you all right?" she asked, clearly startled by my appearance. She had a friendly face and looked to be about my age, and under differant circumstances I would have liked her, but this was not a friendly circumstance.

"Why do you even care? Why does everybody keep me trapped here, injure me, plan to torture me, and then ask how I'm feeling?! As if you even have a shread of humanity left in you!" I lashed out, a creature cornered.

She shuffled her feet a little uncomfortably, and I couldn't help but feel bad about what I said. "I'm sorry..." I mumbled.

She gave me a small smile and lay a strapless red, satin dress on the couch as well as elbow length black gloves.

"Damon wants you to dress in this tonight."

I glanced quickly between her and the dress."Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"He only told me that if you asked, to say that it is a special occasion, and that you should dress accordingly." she said, then turned out of the room, saying that she'd be back for me in two hours, and that I should shower.

After she had left I went to the dress. It was beautiful, but I slid my hands across the smooth, light fabric with a growing sense of dread.

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