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The pain did stop a couple of hours later.
By then, I was screaming for Brock to come in and kill me because I couldn’t endure it anymore. He didn’t come. Instead, he sent a demon inside to pummel me. It punched my stomach.
When the burning inside me was gone, I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe.
Each time there were noises outside my door, I squirmed, afraid Brock would come in and give me more of that liquid.
I didn’t want this. I didn’t want any of this. My life didn’t matter.
The last year of my life had been a lie. Why would I want to live it? Missing my family, I’d attached myself to someone not even real—my vision Victor—then had been nothing but an instrument in the plans of an evil goddess of love.
And Ceris thought she was better than Imha. Oh, boy, was she wrong. T
