By now hours had passed since his arrival in this room. He had been unconscious for a few hours, meaning that by now it was either in the middle of the night or early morning. Allison would wonder where he was, perhaps even think he broke his promise again and that he ran away. The though of disappointing her once again hurt and he shook his head to get it away from him. The hunger stayed but as he could concentrate on the voice of the woman and he watched her, it didn't feel as bad as it just had been. The fact that that bloody smell was still lingering, didn't make things better though.

She wanted to break him to a point of no return. Kaz dared to scoff, leaning back into the chair that had become so, so uncomfortable. ''I've been through worse.'' He spoke, staring at the wall in front of him, concentrating, telling himself everything would be fine. He would be back to Allison in no time. He would act as if nothing had happened and live on. And this would only haunt him at the times he tried to sleep. His eyes shot back at the woman, daring. As if he wanted to say: Try me.

There would be a day that he would realise that his words caused actions like this, that he shouldn't say anything because he always made it either worse for himself ando thers or completely ruined things. But that day would not be today. Today he was still his stubborn, stupid self that thought that he owned the world. And when she was done with him, he would show her what he could do. He wasn't raised on the streets for nothing, he wasn't that poor, little, scared boy anymore. He was--

The knife piercing his flesh made him scream out again, throwing his head backwards in hopes of elevating the pain. But that didn't happen and he could feel the burning feeling spread throughout his body. He was better than this, he could withstand this. Kaz whimpered, closing his eyes but only opening them moments later, still not planning on giving up. He might not say anything, but it was obvious he wasn't even close to the edge yet.

Of course he had made things worse for himself and of course only now that she spoke, he realised what he had inflicted on himself. The vampire whimpered again as the knife twisted, tearing away the flesh and making the burning feeling oh so much worse. He had told himself he could handle it, but could he truly? There was a moment of hesitation in his eyes, maybe even a moment of doubt, before he tried to collect himself again.

Kaz just repeated the words in his head. He was strong, he had been through worse, he would get out of here in no time. He shouldn't care about what this woman was telling him because it were lies and he would end up on top. He didn't want to play this sick and twisted game. But that didn't ignore the fact that somewhere, fear had settled in. Because what if he wasn't strong enough? What if he didn't make it out?

A game. These kinds of people always wanted to play a game and when they lost, they would make sure to let you feel that you were still on the losing side. Kaz hated games, be it political, games like these or just plain boardgames. Chess, sure, he liked chess, but this was a whole different kind of chess. He was no king here, merely a pawn. And this woman was ruling as a queen.

Kaz listened to her words, narrowed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain. Next full moon, when even was that? Feverishly he tried to come up with an answer, but his mind was blank. All he could feel was that roaring hunger and pain. It was either survive or beg. And Kaz already had made his choice. The moment she let go of his face he spat in her direction, making his chocie clear.

He followed her every move and tried to anticipate. But this womans brain was a bag full of cats and he had no idea what else she was capable of. Hurting people, that was for sure. And she had her methods, it made it clear that this wasn't the first time she had done this. Which only made his situation more miserable. It made things so much worse. THe knife in his stomach seemed to go deeper with every move he made, spreading the burning feeling even further, it now reaching his head. The vampire frowned, breathing in deeply. He could do this.

The moment the woman turned around and he saw the bottle in her hands he knew that once again he had fucked up. But what else was new in his life? She talked about rules. Rules were meant to be broken, he had never cared for them, so why would he care now? Kaz growled again when the woman pressed his cheeks together, forcing him to open his mouth. There was a brief moment where nothing seemed wrong, that it truly just was water. But then his throat was on fire and then his stomach even more. It felt like he was being burned at the stake. Kaz convulsed, bending forward while he tried to puke, but since he hadn't eaten anything nor had fed, there was nothing. Actual tears were forming now, slowly dripping down his face as his nails bore in his skin and made tiny little wounds in the palm of his hands. He was wrong. This was much worse than he had ever had.

Her words stung and left a mark just as the dagger had on his skin. It may not have the same agonizing burning feeling he felt right now, but it was enough to leave a lasting impression. Kaz knew she meant it and while he couldn't get it over his lips, it was in his head. He was afraid. If he still had a beating heart, it would overclock right now and he would probably have felt it in his throat if not had thrown it up. But she didn't need to know that.

Kaz tried to calm himself, closing his eyes while still softly whimpering from the pain. A short moment of relief was followed by another shock of pain as the dagger pierced through his skin again. Tearing apart his shirt and smearing blood all over his stomach. Again the vampire screamed out. It was as if this was the last straw for his mind and while Kaz might not want to give up, his body did. The scream died out. His head slumped against the back of the chair again, his eyes rolled backwards and his eyelids closed as he was once again dragged into unconsciousness and away from the pain. For now.

Darkness envelopped him and for once he wasn't afraid of it. This darkness seemed to numb the pain, taking him to a whole different place where he felt a little safer. It was a slight improvement but even this darkness and the bliss of this strange sleep were not enough to ban out the pain completely. He could still feel his throat as if it tried to claw itself out of him. A very unpleasant feeling to say the least.

It was hours later again that Kaz showed a sign of being alive. He shifted his head a little, a slight frown appearing on his forehead. The tears had dried up, but it was obvious that he was still a mess. And that the pain hadn't left his body yet. The vampire groaned, flexing his hands as the shackles rambled. This was not okay. He was still stuck in this nightmare, still stuck in this hell. He didn't dare open his eyes yet, but he didn't need to see for he already smelled it. The girl was still here. And so was her blood. The monster that may have died down while he had been asleep, came right back out, causing Kaz to open his eyes. The hunger was visible in his eyes, the way he tried to hold himself back, even more obvious.