Time had no relevance for Leisha anymore. All she knew was that she wanted to die. She’d tried to get her body to give up a few times, but her vampire endurance would kick in and prevent her from that blessed escape. She’d lost count of how many immortals had come to exact their revenge on her. They all took great pleasure in making her scream. For a while, Leisha’s pride made it worse. She’d kept silent as they battered her body with aluminum bats, bare fists, and blades. She clamped her lips shut when they repeatedly stabbed every part of her body. No area was left unmolested. And some of the men took advantage of her situation to demean her in ways only men could. Leisha was all too familiar with rape. But Ptah had actually been attracted to her when he’d used her for his sadistic pleasures. These men did it solely to wield power over her. Leisha wasn’t sure which kind of violation was worse. But the immortals that came to use her as a punching bag got frustrated at her silence, so they came up with more creative ways to break her and make her scream.
