“That’s not an answer.” She points out.“Just once, on the day we bought them. With everything that happened later on, I haven’t gotten the time to use it” She nods. “That’s understandable. I tried it and it was the shit. So glad I bought it”I laugh at that. Remembering how she was first against t
“Let’s get you home” she says and turns around.I look at Miranda in disgust. “If you ever try the shit you tried today or the one at the gala I will forget you’re pregnant and I’ll rip you to pieces. Let today be a warning”I smile in satisfaction when I see her cower into herself. Three slashes ru
“Come with us” the man who seemed like he was the leader says.I start backing away. I was confused and on edge. What the hell was this about? I try to think back at what might have warranted the council to come after me but nothing pops up.It can’t be about Miranda and Michele. It was usual for wo
The pain in my head becomes too much and I pass out.When I wake up I am hanging from the ceiling. My hands and legs are bound in silver chains. It takes a while for my vision to focus. I then realized that I was in a cell. Somewhere I never thought that I would end up in.It was dirty and it stunk
I scream as the electric currents shoot through my entire body. When it’s done, I sag against my chains.“Tell us what we need to know” My torturer who I came to know is called Alec snarls in frustration.I take deep breaths. Trying to breathe in through the pain. Everything single inch of my body h
“I swear I didn’t. I didn’t do anything” she cries. She looked weak and tired. If it wasn’t the fact that I had proof I would have believed her. She was truly a good fucking actress.She turns to look at me. “Why are you all so sure it’s me? Someone is trying to frame me”Her eyes are pleading for
LaurenTwo weeks. That’s how long it’s been since I was arrested and brought here. Two weeks of hell. Two damn weeks of nothing but torture and pain.Who knew there were so many ways of torturing a person? So many ways of bringing pain. So many ways to break them.I have been electrified, stabbed, c
“Is it true what they’re saying? That you’re the serial killer” he mumbles.I sigh at his question. Was this a ploy to get me to talk? I look at where they positioned the CCTV camera. I give them the middle finger even though the action strips me of energy.I don’t answer the question. What was I su