{Ellie’s POV}
I was going to die.
I have never been so sure of it.
My voice had turned hoarse for hours of screaming ever since David started his ‘fun’ and to say that I was in so much pain was an understatement, but despite the cuts on my cheeks for the slaps I’ve received and the way oxygen doesn’t fill my burning lungs anymore because of the hit given to me, I remained, fully conscious.
“I’m impressed.” David’s voice filled the room. “Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t last for an hour, but look at you, still blinking after three hours of torture. You clearly proved me wrong.” The glint in his eyes—as if he loved the challenge I was giving him—was making my inside claw with anxiety. "Or maybe I was just being easy."
It would be easier for me if I’d just caved into the darkness pullin
