The walk back to our dirt dungeon was quiet. My body felt numb as I stumbled through the long corridors. The guards walking behind me continuously nudged their rifles into my spine, but the action didn’t even cause me to flinch.
I simply couldn’t feel a thing.
My skilled disassociation was far better than I expected, allowing me to feel nothing at all.
Even the collar that remained strapped around my neck didn’t feel as if it were suffocating me, despite the cold, metal material rubbing my skin raw.
Slade and I didn’t spare one another a single glance as we were thrown back into the room. The scent of dirt assaulted my nostrils, but I welcomed it, as it replaced the strong floral scent of lotion that lingered on my skin. I felt like a wilting rose that had been left to die.
Seren
