Wicked Deeds

Azalea. I woke up sitting up in a chair, my arms tied behind my back and my legs strapped to the legs of the chair. The room was dark. Moonlight splashed in from a small, nearby window, revealing piles of dusty boxes, a small table, and… Panic rose inside my throat when realization set in. Barry had found me once again. How, I had no idea. Dante killed him. He said he did. He wouldn't lie to me, would he? But how else would anyone be able to explain how the hell he was alive? Unless...Vampires? No, impossible. Dante had killed him. I trusted Dante. Something wasn’t right here, and I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. My eyes fell back on to the table, set up perfectly for a session of torture. Scalpels of different sizes, a whip, blades, steel nails, a bottle of acid...I swallowed, tearing my gaze away, refusing to acknowledge what I was looking at. If this really was Barry, there was no doubt in my mind that he had every intention to use those items on me. I wriggled my hands, trying to