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powerful voice echoed dully through the damp cell.
    Matilda Coldbane said nothing. Instead, she breathed through the stinging pain crisscrossing her back and shoulders. Pain compliments of the whip, whose tails had been drenched in garlic oil and salt. She couldn’t stop herself from crying out as another slice of excruciating pain split against her burning back.
    “Answer me, slave!”
    She held back a curse.
    Every morning he shackled her naked to the cold stone wall. The torture would commence and silently she would vow he would not break her on this day. But by every evening he had her begging.
    Begging for her life. Agreeing he could do whatever he wanted to her in order for the pain to stop. And she did everything he asked.
    The torturer would take her. Then he would force her to bite him. To feed from him. To swallow his disgusting blood. It was the nourishment she needed to keep her alive for another day.
    She hated the taste of him. But she knew it was her only means of survival. No matter how bad the whippings, the torture, the pain, her instinct for survival seared through her and overcame her dignity. She knew she would have to escape or she would not survive her captivity.
    She died slowly every day she was a slave. Died every time she was given to another group of vampires to lie with and to feed. There was a better life for her out there. She knew it. All she had to do was grab her next opportunity and run for freedom. She also knew the way to hold on to freedom was to disappear into the forbidden human world. To pretend to be one of them.
    If she had the strength, she would dematerialize and rematerialize far away from here, but since a youngling, she’d been kept weak enough to prevent her from doing just that.
    “Answer me, slave!” The master torturer’s sharp command wrenched her back from her memory and she literally felt the cold shivers of shock begin to rack her body. Her bare feet felt like two blocks of ice standing on the stone dungeon floor. Heavy iron shackles bit into the tender flesh of her ankles and a heavy two-foot rod wedged between those ankles prevented her from pulling her widespread legs together.
    He snapped the whip again. Thankfully, though, this time he didn’t lash her. But the effect was worse than getting hit. She felt her composure crumble.
    “I hear you,” she muttered through gritted teeth, and blinked away the salty sweat dripping into her eyes.
    She heard the whip drop to the floor in a clatter. Heard him chuckle in satisfaction. Heard his breaths come faster and harder.
    She knew what would come next.
    “Good. You belong to us, slave. You will always belong to us. Your father sold you to us for life. You will never be free. Repeat it, slave! You will never be free.”
    Those five words pierced through her like hollow bullets. The impact hurtful and full of spite. Despite the emotional pain they caused, she dug deep down inside herself and clenched her fists in defiance.
    “I…will…be free,” she replied in a voice that sounded surprisingly strong, even after a full day of torture.
    “You insolent little bitch!” he shouted, and when his fingers roughly pulled her ass cheeks apart and he forced himself into her, she numbed her mind to the painful invasion and welcomed those four beautiful words into her body.
    I will be free.
    Mati found herself coming awake on a tortured cry. Opening her eyes, she blinked into darkness. Blinked into the deepest black she’d ever encountered. Beside her, lying on the cell cot, she could hear the master torturer’s raspy snores. Could feel his moist, obscene breath pummel her senses. Could taste his disgusting blood in her mouth.
    At first, she thought perhaps she dreamed he was here asleep on her cot because this had never happened before. After taking her, force-feeding her, he always left. So she had to be dreaming. When she dared movement, pain burned raw like fire all over her back and her shoulders. Despite the devilish