The darkroom felt shrinking day by day. The rancid smell in the room made her eyes watered, but after staying captive in the same room for weeks, her all senses had lost their power of functioning.
Her wrists were sore and had turned black and blue as the chains scratched against her delicate skin. Her hair was a dirty mess on her head. Her dress that was on her body for weeks was torn at places with dirt blotches here and there.
She was starved, harassed, made fun of, but she fought with everything that she had in her. She could not give up in front of those whom she hated the most- the vampires.
Darius sat watching her for more than twenty minutes now, without battling his eyes even for once. In that sorry state of hers, he found her attractive in a different way.
He had been with many beautiful women-vampires, humans and even some belonging to other breeds. But something about Lisa had him captivated, pulling towards her.