Time in here was moving more slowly than she was accustomed to. Clara was not sure as to the how or let alone why, but she would not waste this opportunity.
But I’m happy on the shelf…
Her composition was terrible, perhaps bad enough for God himself to come down and drag her down to Hell… at least Evelyn doesn’t appear to mind…
The music played in the background like demented elevator music… Use the time wisely…
Clara knew that she was a vampire, and that meant she could activate vampiric traits. Speed and strength were a given, but those leather straps would keep her in place unless they were tampered…
“Had I been this Clara I would distract Evelyn to weaken my bindings…”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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