AMANDA
“What do you think?”
I swallowed the bile clawing its way up my throat. Tears stung my eyes, and my voice cracked as I whispered, “Y-You’re a monster.”
Theodus laughed, a low, guttural sound that made my skin crawl. He swung his arm again, the slap cracking through the air like a whip. The young wolf screamed—a sound so raw it tore straight through my chest.
Moon Goddess. Why is he doing this?
My legs twitched with the urge to run to the wolf, to shield it, to scream at him to stop. But I stayed frozen, my fists trembling at my sides as I gulped down my fear and prayed it would f*****g stop.
This is who he is. This is what he does. Theodus doesn’t just break them—he enjoys it. Tortures them until there’s nothing left but hollow shells to sell to the black market as slaves.
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