The Tortured Vampire

Slowly my eyes flicker open as I am being forced out of the van. I stumble in what is just mud at my feet, with rain pounding down onto my skin. With much force, they drag me to an entrance; the door slowly creaks open, and I can smell something that has been rotten in here for days.

Just as we step through the door of what seems like an old basement, everything goes black…

I wake up.

My head is pounding.

It is throbbing.

But before I can even think of opening my eyes, there is a blow to my head.

"Goddammit!" My voice echoes to the corners of the basement, bouncing back off the walls.

Then next, there is another blow to my head.

I am out.

Then I wake up again. I shake my head and soon become aware of my surroundings. I have a blindfold on, tied on a bit too tightly. I am tied to what feels like a pole; it is cold and smooth to the touch. My feet are tied to the chair that I am sitting on, which is probably tied to