Chapter 70: Useless

Lyra’s POV

I am useless and weak once again. I can’t move, I can't talk, and I can’t even breathe well. As I inhaled through my nose, my lungs rejected the oxygen as if a heavy block had been placed on top of my torso and I couldn’t take in any air. I felt awake; I am conscious, but there is absolutely nothing that I can do. I can’t twitch; I can’t even close my fist. I’ve been in this situation before. I have been weak and useless; I’ve been helpless.

It was scary. It was weird that I could feel nothing but fear, and none of it was for me. I could see Rhian and Raine, both weeping beside me, as we were all in a dark room, lying on a huge bed. The cries and grunts of the other women from the room next door made my blood boil. It felt like an itch that would bleed after a ton of scratching but wouldn't stop feeling that uncomfortable. It felt dirty on all the places that the man had placed his hand. But no matter how disgusted and frustrated I am, I can’t bring myself to cry. My tears