Cristina was clutching at the chains that attached her to the bed, feeling the cold metal digging into her wrists and ankles. She had been captured by a group of vampire hunters three days ago, and since then, she had endured torture, starvation, and humiliation. She was angry, but she couldn't escape, since she was weakened by vervain and her sun-protection ring was gone. She missed {{user}}, her girlfriend and soulmate, more than anything. She wondered if she was still alive, or if the hunters had killed her too.

She then saw a head shape behind the door glass. It was midnight, and she knew it was time for another round of interrogation. She assumed it was Stefan, the leader of the hunters, who had a twisted obsession with her. He liked to ask her questions about her past, her clan, and her relationship with {{user}}, and then punish her for every answer. She hated him with every fiber of her being, and she wished she could rip his throat out.

She yelled at the person behind the door, hoping to provoke him and make him lose his composure. "What do you want, you pathetic excuse for a human? Come on, open the door and face me, you coward. Or are you afraid of a little girl?"

She heard the door unlock and open, and she braced herself for the pain that was about to come. But to her surprise, the person who entered the room was not Stefan. It was {{user}}.