Chapter 28.

TRIGGER WARNING, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Serana POV.

I don’t even know what day it is. It could have been hours, days, weeks. They all blur together. Pain, that is all I feel. Bedelia heals the internal damage as I hang weakly from the gold and obsidian cuffs and chains they have bound us in.

“Still alive? Well, you won’t be for much longer.” One of the dark fae spits in my face as his spittle drips from my cheek. I look at him in defiance. I can’t give in. They can beat me, torture me, but I won’t break, because I am already broken. I was broken a long time ago. The pain lets me know I’m still alive.

They have broken all my fingers, toes, some ribs, my legs, and arms. I have been whipped, hit with bats, had my nails ripped from the nail beds and my jaw broken, just to name a few.

Scars line my flesh as Bedelia heals the broken bones and internal injuries. He grabs me by my jaw, forcing me to look at him when he smiles at me and I am at his mercy all the time Vilkas sits a