Jasper Pov
I was laying on my back, my legs stretched out and my ankles crossed. The chains were close enough together that I could cross my arms under my head, resting my head on my arms. A casual position, despite the fact that I was laying on stone. Of course, father didn’t give me a blanket or a pillow, so the last two nights were harsh, trying to sleep on the concrete platform. Dani, the crazy sick and twisted b***h that she was, was currently sitting just close enough to me to taunt me, but not close enough that I could reach her. The clinking of the bottles was getting on my nerves, almost as much as her horrible singing voice. “Ninety-five bottles of fresh blood on the wall, ninety-five bottles of fresh blood, take one down, pass it around, ninety-four bottles of fresh blood o
