CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED-THREE

TRIGGER WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS WOULD INCLUDE THEMES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AND ABUSE, SUCH AS RAPE, WHICH MAY BE TRIGGERING TO READERS AND SURVIVORS.

Evvie’s POV:

A soft, sickeningly familiar touch brought me back to consciousness, my mind sluggishly clawing its way out of the darkness. The first thing I felt was rough hands on my skin, the sensation making my stomach turn uncomfortably.

“Wake up,” a voice whispered, dark and taunting, dripping with malice. My heart lurched in my chest as I recognized it.

Barrak.

My eyes flew open, panic surging through me as I took in my surroundings. I was lying on a filthy bed in a run-down room, the air thick with the stench of mold and rot.

The walls were bare, the only light coming from a single dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. It was a nightmare come to life.

I hissed as pain knotted in my head. Then I remember what had happened.

Barrak hit me. And the pain of the thought, a friend I trusted, knocking me out cold was more painful than the