Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them. – Dalai Lama
Alexandria's pov
I sat down next to Chris, Vicar had exited the room to get him something to eat. His eyes were shut covering up his sparkling blue eyes, and he could barely speak.
My heart was breaking with each look at him. What had he endured? What had he seen? Josiah made it clear that he didn’t want to give Chris a quick kill like he’d done with the others before him, he wanted my friend to suffer.
And he succeeded. Chris was no doubt traumatized. My crazy best friend and partner in crime was reduced to a shivering mass of fear. I wish I could just take his pain away, but that’s not possible. I wish it was me and not him.
Fuck why isn’t his body self healing?! Wh
