DEATH OR BREATH
KYRA’S POV
Since I believed that my life couldn't get any worse, I turned my head and my sight to the owner of the gruff voice. A voice that sent terror down my spine despite my body already being full of that s**t.
My death was a man… a stark naked man.
I hadn't even seen his face since he was standing and I was sitting uninterestedly on the floor. My eyes moved from his skinny and bloody legs to his naked crotch and then to his stomach, which was painted with blood.
Although the bars were between us, my death seemed unstoppable.
My death must have bathed in blood before coming to see me… or more appropriately, before coming to take my life…. A ruined life at that.
Regardless of that, he wrapped his fingers around the bars and I could have sworn the bars burnt him
