She didn't want to die. A whole life before her was gone. A tighter grip on her hair made her try and fail to hold back another help. And before she knew it, part of the monster's cloak was shoved in her mouth. Before she could truly react, the vampire slammed her foot into Margaret's leg with a sickening crack. And the scream came, though muffled.

Collapsing once released, it was as if the world had gone red with pain. She didn't take out the gag just yet as she attempted to control her sobs. She wiped her eyes quickly. No fear, to show anyway. Felt, yes. Not to show. She couldn't let herself. If she died, let it be knowing she didn't let that monster get the final laugh.

When she calmed herself enough to at least trust her voice, she removed the gag quickly. She heard the dragging and looked over with a bitter snear, though not enough of one to hide the pain. And what made it all the more sickening? The thing called Margaret her pet. What? Was she to be kept trapped as some vampire's rag doll? The debutante did a very unladylike thing, spitting at the vampire.