Chapter 7: TransformationThe pain was unbearable. I knew Conal was probing as lightly as he possibly could, but the pain was intolerable, excruciating. My head was going to explode, I thought my skull would split open at any moment and I wanted to die. I'd passed out before Conal removed his fingers from my temples and woke in the cold room that was our prison.
Conal lay on the floor, he was unconscious and had been badly beaten, one of his eyes swollen shut, visible skin black and blue. There were a multitude of claw marks across his back and shoulders and he groaned when I tried to drag him towards the mattress. It was physically impossible to move him, so I busied myself cleaning the multitude of cuts and grazes that had been inflicted on his body.
I hadn't come out of our session wit
