Chapter Ninety

Elena's POV

I was dropped off unconscious into this room or so I think because I didn't have any memory of being carried here.

At least whoever it was had the common sense to lie me down on my stomach because my back was hurting like hell.

The few times I gained cognizance of my surroundings, the pain was so intense and overwhelming that I couldn't even think. I blacked out, seeking the peace of the darkness.

Unfortunately, I couldn't be unconscious all the time

I would have shifted to my wolf form to alleviate the pain but the shackles bound to my wrist and legs were much bigger than I was, and even if I did chances of escaping were very slim.

Tears seeped down into my tiny bed as I thought about the endless months, and years, that lay spanned out before me.

Continous, persistent torture.

I was able to survive two years with them, but now that I've seen and experienced what it's like to be free, to be loved, I don't think I can survive even a month before they successfully brok