Abigail's POV

　　Nothingness, an empty black void! That was all I could see, but I could smell the same stench I had smelt for hours: death! Straining my eyes to see further into the cell I was being held captive in, but the darkness was total and unwavering. I was frightened, and that shocked me; the idea of being scared of the dark was alien to me, but I knew my new roommate was lurking, ever present in the cell; I merely couldn't see him; the only thing that let me know he was still here was the occasional flick of a lighter being opened and closed. 

　　My skin still felt tight from where he had run that lighter across my throat, jaw and eyelids. The sick fuck enjoyed watching my flesh scorch and singe, but I think he got off on the smell of charred skin, specifically my burnt skin. I had lived behind a mask of innocence all my life, never wanting to admit that darkness and evil excited me. Yet, this dipshit wore his evil proudly and enjoyed seeing the fear in others' eyes as he circled like a vulture! 

　　My heart was hammering in my chest; it was so loud it felt like a drum beating in the damn cell. I tried to calm myself by taking a few deep breaths, but the panic lingered close to the surface. My arms were screaming at me now; I had been tied up for what felt like hours; closing my eyes tight to black out the pain, I tried to move my hands in the chains, but pain shot through my joints.

　　"Fuck!" I groaned, wiggling my fingers, knowing I had to keep my circulation going if I wanted to be at the top of my game when I got free.

　　"You're awake, I see, little bird." Chester's arrogant voice cut through the stale air, making me laugh.

　　"Miss me that much?" I scoffed, trying to shift my toes to get some leverage, but my feet fell hopelessly short of touching the floor.

　　"You passed out!" He stated plainly, my body stiffening hearing the tone of his voice.

　　"I am sorry!" I cooed softly as one would to a whiny child. "Do you think it might have something to do with you burning my eyelids off?" I asked as if I was asking about the weather, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was starting to weaken my resolve.

　　"I don't know. Shall we try again?" He answered; even in the darkness, I could see the smile that spread across his lips, all white teeth and pure evil; it sent fear sprinting down my spine and seeping into my veins. 

　　"I must say, Chester the molester, I am slightly disappointed at your imagination! Or maybe you're just THAT stupid that it takes burning my eyelids off four times for it to sink into your thick skull that they will keep growing back!" I taunted, knowing I was playing with fire- literally!

　　"Oh, little bird! I don't burn them off to see if they grow back; I already know they will!" He scoffed; I could hear him picking something up from the tray before he came to stand beside me in the darkness. He was running a sharp blade softly over my cheek. I tensed, preparing myself for the attack I felt hiding under his gentle touch.

　　"I just don't want you closing those pretty eyes and missing a moment of our fun!" He grinned in front of my face, and with a flick of his blade, pain exploded on each lid as he cut them away. He was forcing me to look at him through a blood dam as he painted my vision in my life force, somehow causing him to look every very bit the psychopath he was.

　　Focusing on his teeth, I gritted mine, reminding myself that I would eventually get free, and when I did, I planned to pull every single one of those damned teeth out and shove them down his throat! I knew Damien would be worried, I was meant to meet him last night, and I hadn't shown up nor made contact! It seemed his possessive faults were about to come in very fucking useful. 

　　Although a part of me was slightly concerned, I had only started healing again when I had managed to put some space between the pair of us. I had hoped it was just saving Tommy that had drained my batteries, but as the evening went on, I suspected Damien's darkness was sucking the light and life out of my divinity! 

　　My angelic gifts had reemerged only when I had arrived here on pack territory, so either the town was affecting my powers, or Damien was! And if it was the latter and he came for me, any blow Chester delivered could be fatal!

　　"Don't go passing out on me again, little bird!" Chester grinned, trailing the blade across my cheek; I could feel it sliding in my blood; I clenched my lips closed as he dragged it harshly across my flesh until the tip of the blade was pressing brutally under my chin, pushing my head up to look at him. 

　　"I want to take my time with you this time." He started, but his pout vanished, hearing the heavy door creak as it opened.

　　"Alpha!" Chester grunted without a glance in Maxwell's direction; he was obviously unhappy with his boss' arrival as he interrupted our 'fun'.

　　"What have you found out?" Maxwell questioned as he turned the light on; my renters screamed at the invasion after their recent attack. I watched with difficulty as Maxwell looked around the cell, traces of the hours of torment and torture I had endured at his orders scattered the cell, but this monster seemed unmoved by it; if anything, he seemed to be more riled up than he had been the last time he had honoured me with a visit. 

　　"Well..." He started pointing to my eyelids, which I could feel already healing. "She is supernatural; she heals quickly." He added, pressing the blade further into my chin, letting out a sigh through my nose; I pulled my head back, which seemed to piss Chester off, his hand gripping my hair and pulling me closer to the blade in a malicious threat. 

　　"Are you ready to talk?" Maxwell asked, staring at me with hatred, scoffing. I looked between the two large males, realising quickly that Maxwell's bad mood was because he couldn't control me and get the information he so desperately wanted, the information I would have freely given if he had been a gentleman about this! Whereas Chester was thriving because he had utter control, the blade in his hands and the chains above my head saw to that! 

　　Well, fuck the pair of them! No one would ever control me again! 

　　Lifting my head, my blooded eyes locked on Maxwell's, a smug smile plastered on my face. I sucked in a deep breath and brought my chin down on the blade Chester held against me, impaling myself on it! 

　　The last thing I saw before everything went black was Maxwell's wide eyes and panicked face.