We left the torture mausoleum hand in hand. I was in a daze, Ashley’s screams of pain echoing in my head, the sight of my friends chained to a wall, broken and bleeding burned into my eyes. I was still gripping the whip firmly in my hand, my knuckles white splattered with Ashley’s blood, and I couldn’t let go.
I looked up at Eric to find he was smiling as he looked ahead, obviously pleased with himself at his choice of gift. He was a f*****g monster. He found glee in torture, watching me torture. Why had he changed so drastically from the sweet, teasing man to this…demon? I had doubted him, yes. But was that really cause for all this? The r**e, the torture, the manipulation… Lyn had been right about humans using their gods' given gifts for destruction. Eric was destroying me.
I could do
