EMM
The cold iron bit into my skin, unforgiving and brutal. My wrists, raw and bleeding, were shackled behind me to the back of the chair.
The metal was soaked in my blood, sticky where it had dried, slick where it was still fresh. The air reeked of rot, silver, and something sharp like burnt bone. I wouldn't wish the current pain I am feeling on my enemy.
Pain had long since stopped being a sensation. It was a state of existence.
They didn't ask questions. They didn't need to. Their goal was simply to break me, I have been sold to whoever they wanted to sell me to immediately not wasting any damn time.
I still don't want to think what my little sister would be thinking right now, how she would be feeling. What exactly everyone in the Pack is doing now.
If he is worried about me or doesn't even give a damn about me. I only wanted to get away from him but then I put myself in another trouble which I didn't even know I would even get off.
