Serenity
I had effectively convinced Bruce that I was no longer willing to fight. In fact, I had been down right compliant, willing even to do whatever he wanted as long as it kept him from shooting me up with his concoction. I couldn’t go without my wolf anymore. It was the worst kind of torture because it left me completely isolated. It was the kind of torture that could lead to a person going mad.
Bruce continued to bring his VIP customers down to the basement, and I submitted willingly. I satisfied them with an artificial gusto. The sudden change hadn’t escaped Fatima’s notice, and she had been more brutal than ever. But I just took whatever she could dish out because it was nothing compared to a life without Nessa.
The creepy vampire had been back several times to visit. He drank
