Blithe's POV
I was slowly waking back up, after being unconscious for who knows how long. I felt lightheaded and nauseous, and I was still strapped into the chair. My arm was throbbing and I felt myself growing warmer, a sickening fever taking over me.
"Well hello there, princess."
I let out a strangled scream and tried to break free from the chains. Damon was crouching right in front of me, smirking at my evident fear of him.
"P-P-Please..." I choked out, tears forming in my eyes, "let me g-g-go."
He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, despite my flinching at the touch. My heart was beating rapidly, and I was beginning to black out.
"Someone looks a little sick." Damon observed, feeling my forehead.
I was breathing heavily, trying to ignore the black splotches.
"Looks like
