CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

Myra's Pov

I laid on the cold floor as my mind thought back to what mother used to tell me.

Every night as I went to bed. And each time; hungry, sad and tearful.

"The road to hell was a long one"

I never understood it back then, but now I realized it first hand.

As I had been tied and bundled on the floor of this carriage for more than a good hour.

My legs were hurting, and my vision was degrading to blurriness. I could feel the bones in my wrists creak from being tied together so viciously. And my feet felt like they were no longer a part of me, as I had lost all sensation in my toes.

I could hear a ringing in my ears, and in a sharp long frequency, as my thoughts leapfrogged all over my sanity.

The world was a haze, and I could only see as far as two things made from one; because all I saw was everything in doubles.

From a distance I could hear only echoes of laughter from Francis and Elora. Both of them gained entertainment from seeing me suffer, and now I felt... maybe... hell was