Leah lay on the floor caked with her own blood. Round her neck was a steel collar that if she phased would crush her wind pipe, killing her instantly. A chill wind blew through the room and her teeth rattled as she shivered.
The leaches had gone all out to degrade her. She was stripped naked and anywhere she wasn't bruised she was burnt, her skin raw. A chain linked her collar to the ground, stopping her from standing up. Her sparse meals were served in dog bowls. Her hands were bound in such a way that she had to eat with her face in the bowl. She opened her mouth but all the escaped her was a croak. Her throat was bone dry.
There was a grating sound as the door opened and her own personal torturer stepped in. Lucky her.
Anthony was tall with black streaks in his silver hair. Oddly for the vicious creature he was he had the honey-gold eyes of a 'vegetarian'. "You know I hate hurting a tasty tidbit like her. Yeah you're right. I know. FINE!" He always went on like this, as if there was someone next to him.
He drew his glinting sword, "Hey girlie get up, Tag wants to taste your blood." Leaning forwards he stabbed her in the back of the knee, "I'd rather taste you. Damn could you stop thinking about that Jacob guy."
"H-how d-d-did you. . ." Leah couldn't finish.
Anthony snickered, maybe to himself or maybe to his invisible companion, and ran his tongue up her back. "Cause it's Jacob this, Jacob that. Oh Jacob will save me, blah blah blah. Hope you spill your beans soon so I can get inside you, too bad about the whole poison to werewolves thing." He sighed melodramatically and jiggled the blade causing Leah to scream out. "Have to settle for one sword in you for now." He with drew his blade and left.
As the door swung shut he shot one last taunt at her, "You won't last till he saves you. See that fire in the distance? That's Jane finishing off him and some pup called Seth." The door slammed shut on Leah's cell and her hope.