Be Careful When You Bite Me novel Chapter 17

“Damon!” I called out,” Damon please!” He ignored me and walked away, how body disappearing into the dark until I could no longer see him.

If there was any part of me that even felt a slither of emotion for him, it was completely wiped away and replaced with hate.

Damon didn’t come back. Instead, it was either a guard or a maid that came down to give me a tray of food and water every couple of hours.

The only way I was able to keep track of the days was the amount of trays I was given.

I knew that they gave me three trays a day and so far I was on tray number 5.

I knew that that meant I had been down here for about two days but it felt longer. Every second dragged by and I found myself losing track of my thoughts, getting distracted by the the constant dripping of the water on the roof. I tried to remind myself to stay strong. Remind myself that they couldn’t kill me because it was against their law, I’m not a native villager after all but that didn’t reassure me at all. Somehow, it was much harder to stay calm in an underground dungeon with metal chains wrapped around your throat.

Not to mention the corpse beside me.

It was hard to sleep or to even shut my eyes sometimes. I had an engulfing fear that Isabelle would come back, or maybe Seth, and snap my neck in half, claiming it was an accident and leave my corpse for the maids to find.

Her words echoes in my head again.

Drain me dry and feed my corpse to the werewolves.

I heard sudden shuffling and wondered if it was another maid coming to bring me a tray of food.

It couldn’t be, it isn’t time.

I scrambled to my feet at the realization that it was more then one person coming towards the cell.

When they finally came into sight I recognized them as two guards and...Damon.

I breathed out feeling a sense of relief that I had no explanation for. He has definitely proven to me that he will not be my shining knight in armour , I had no idea what I was persistent to hold on to that hope.

“Damon,” I meant to speak a lot louder but I ended up whispering.

“Take off the chains,” Damon ordered the guards, not looking at me. I wanted to scream out loud in relief but instead kept quite.

Two guards walked up to me and fumbled with the chain on my neck.

I wondered what this meant. It could either mean one of three things. They were either going to let me back into my room, they had found me a witch or they were going to finally kill me.

I brought my hands up to rub my neck as soon as I could. I felt a thousand pounds lighter.

I looked up at Damon who had been watching me.

“What now?” I spat out.

“I found a witch,” he began,” she agreed to do the ritual.”

“What are we waiting for,” I didn’t take my eyes away from his,” the quicker we get on with it, the sooner I could get out of this hell hole.”

“She isn’t here-“

“Where is she.”

“She lives a couple hours away, she refused to come here.”

I can understand that.

“She agreed to do the ritual under a couple of terms, one being we go to her.”

“And?”

“And...shell want to assess you first...” Damon was hesitant, almost as if he didn’t want to say it.

“Asses me how?” I asked.

“She wants to take a look at your past, maybe your future. She doesn’t want to touch you until she knows your safe.

“I don’t care, she can asses me all she wants if it means I could finally leave this place.

Damon merely nodded.