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Either way, it ful As far as torture equipment went, I wanted off the chair iain because at least the pain came in waves and was over quickly--this…it would strip ony

Panting, I breathed through my nose My scatteredme tame my anxiety

Cut chuckled as he dropped to his haunches before , he pecked entle kiss "Just wait and see what’ll happen as the clocks tick onward"

He looked at Bonnie "How long did we say, old watch around her wrist "Elisa suffered two hours during dinner"

Cut grinned "Perfect Make it three"

I sla explosion My fingers rubbed the healing scabs dotted like constellations down the back ofto itchy as my body healed, but the remnants of the nails had marked me far more than superficially

Even now, days later, I still felt the nutrapped in a coffin lanced with millions of needles

Three hours in that chair had been the worst three hours of my life

I supposed I should be honoured that they went out of their way to destroy e they hadn’t anticipated I’d screwed up their grand plans and set in s that no one should have to endure

And that was just the start

That night, after the Iron Chair, I succu flu

I had no reserves Barely eaten Lacked sunlight and love

Living with such evil and negativity stripped ht into chills and body aches

And there was no one to nurse ht Jas

The rest became a blur as I’d huddled in a sweat-riddled bed and shivered

My rooy to start a fire, and even if I did, I’d been given no fresh wood to start one

I was cold and hungry and desperately wanted to leave I tried to ree, before Jethro left, before my mother died But I came up empty All those happy memories were blank