(Jessie’s POV)
God, I wish someone would just kill me. I can’t take this anymore. The only thing that got me through these last four bouts of t*rture was the hope that Laurence keeps his word. I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t.
I’m so exhausted and the pain is now constant. But the worst is the thirst. Every beat of these human's hearts is like t*rture in itself. Their pained moaning and frightened whimpers is no better. I can’t imagine what they must be going through. Some of them sound close to death, too.
The Matthews keep them in cages and chains. Holding them like livestock. Taking perverse pleasure in their fear and pain, especially when feeding from them. It’s beyond cruel. I understand now why those boys are so f*cked up in the head.
I’ve listened to Frank and Jeanette
