Pam was in high dudgeon over being subdued by Colin, that measly little twit. Her arms and legs bound by silver chains, each link reinforced steel and thick. Breaking free was not a possibility and with every movement brought on searing pain over her body that was uncovered. The bolts still embedded in her arms as her blood fell to the floor of the van. She was laid across in the far back and with every turn, her body would roll and the silver would embed in her skin deeper, causing flesh to burn and smoke. She grunted at the pain, refusing to cry or scream out. The silver gag in her mouth burned her tongue and mouth. Biting down on the silver ball was the best she could do and even that was horrifically painful. Blood streaked her cheeks from the tears she could not hold back from falling at the pain. In her mind, she found solace thinking of ways she would torture and kill the runt she unfortunately turned and made immortal. What a huge fucking mistake there. Tara came into her mind and she only hoped Eric would take care of her like he did for Pam. Nora, as sad as it would seem, was family and she'd miss bickering with the little cuntwaffle.
Was she giving up? Hell no...she'd fight to the death. If she died, she at least wanted to die knowing Colin had met the true death by her own hands.
Was she giving up? Hell no...she'd fight to the death. If she died, she at least wanted to die knowing Colin had met the true death by her own hands.
