Whiskey.
I trembled and shook violently as I screamed in pain. I’m not going to be able to hold out too much longer. The electricity stopped and I took a large gasp of air. I was panting and sweating, but no tears fell. I think dying would be easier than this. I wouldn’t even care how painful the death was, as long as it resulted in me not being here any longer. I would take that over this. No question. The pictures started to flick through again, giving me time to calm my quick breathing and racing heart. The screen stopped on a pile of charred remains in the snow. It was still smoking, and fresh blood was all over the ground. From what I could tell, the bodies were both humans and wolves. I bit down on the inside of my cheek again, drawing more blood. Then, I closed my eyes. No more.
