Clark POV
I don't know how long I stayed there.
Time didn't mean anything anymore. It stretched and bent, slipping through my fingers like water. Hours, days, nights—it all blurred until I couldn't tell where one ended and another began.
But I knew one thing.
I lost my mind in that place.
Because the twins—the red-haired monsters with pale faces and lips stained the deepest crimson—didn't just capture me. They didn't just feed.
They kept me.
And they drank from me until I thought there was nothing left to give.
The first time was the worst.
The woman leaned down, her breath cool against my throat, whispering, "This will hurt, little morsel, but then you'll see why we do it." Her brother gripped my wrist, his long fingers wrapping around it like iron, and without warning his fangs sank in deep.
Two bites.
At once.
