Diana
I could feel the fire scorch me alive, making me wonder what the hell I even did to deserve something so rash. Something so horrid.
But here I was. Blaming myself for even lashing out in the first place.
Maybe if I didn’t, just like he said, I wouldn’t be in this position.
And so, when he came, in his usual manner, to force-feed me the awkward-tasting liquid, I decided to let him know how remorseful I was.
“I’m sorry,” I said after the first hit of the Valerian drink.
“For what?” he asked.
“For yelling at you. I didn’t know it would cause me so much pain,” I coughed.
God, I was going to die.
It really shouldn’t have mattered, since I was going to be liberated either way, but the thought of doing something as important as dying…not on my terms…irked me.
I didn’t want to let
