The blast of discomfort have to have knocked me out for a minute, because when my eyes centered once more, my mom became standing on a chair, one end of the drapes wrapped round her neck, and the other tied to the banister upstairs. There changed into hardly ever any slack inside the line, and one of the chair's legs became missing.
"Now she will watch, and I can be a part of the amusing," Calibos smirked.
Elon gave him an approving grin, then turned his interest to me.
"Do you need to know what I'm going to do to you, little woman?" he requested in a conversational tone. "After I t*****e the hell out of you, I'm going to chop you into portions. Can't chance Seven getting someone to raise you right into a ghoul, now can I?"
Vicious prick wasn't stupid. With my 1/2-vampire bloodline, it
