SURVIVING THE DEMON GAMES WITH THE LYCAN KING
Dracula's laughter echoed across the room.
Every chuckle was like a crack of thunder, shaking the very foundations of the mansion.
"No...no...no," Melissa whispered, her voice barely audible, as she glanced down at her trembling hands.
Dracula leaned forward, his breath cold against her ear. "You lose, my dear," he whispered. "Again."
The room went dark, and Melissa's world went black.
When she came to, she was back in the torture chamber, the pain and the fear still lingering. Dracula stood over her, a cruel smile on his face.