CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

Myra's Pov

Now I had been in my seat for longer than an hour. Almost days if I calculated the pain and cramps as well as my emotional and mental cacophony. I hated being here and I hated how the air in the room had seemingly begun to constrict. As I felt myself breathing with effort more than usually necessary.

I stared at the man in front of me as he laughed again, seeing my frown. I didn't expect what he had said, but even now I wanted to know what more had happened, as I wanted to hear even more about my vague history.

"I know it sounds strange and eerie..." he said, shaking his head. "But his plans could be considered nothing compared to the attacks of the enemy back then..." he groaned, facing the floor now. "As our people were beheaded, and dragged across the street till only strips of skin remained; some boiled in oil and others even crucified..." he cheated.

I frowned deeper and in disgust as the words hit my ears. As I wondered how they would boil someone? And who were my peo