Chapter eight: pain
Makawee's standpoint (Kawee)
I stared at my feet, fighting the tears from falling. My lips were trembling, hands shivering and trying to hold on to each other, my legs automatically shifting from one one foot to the other. My head was swelling and eyes burning from the unshed tears. All I wanted to do was claw at my ears, beg it to stop hearing the sounds they were making, gouge out my eyes so I wouldn't have to witness the wickedness displaying in front of me. My ears felt like it was being baptised with the most unholy sounds in existence, my tongue could almost taste my own bile. The pain wasn't just gnawing at my consciousness, it was chewing up my mental stability and emotional strength. I was losing it, almost passing out from watching another woman sit on and e
