Gabriel
When the arrow hit my chest, I knew that I had been cornered. The baobab smoke that followed rendered me unable to react and when I woke up, I found myself in what looked like a shipping container.
They’ve kept me weak under a constant stream of baobab mist and I can do nothing but take the beatings, stabbings, removal of fingers, and streams of sunlight.
A hot slice of pain shoots through my mouth, showing that the fang they extracted had grown back. I knew who took me before I even saw his face, and as he continued to torture me with baobab stakes and UV lamps, the only thing keeping me level-headed was her.
He wants me to scream; he wants me to beg - but I’ll be f*****g damned if I allow him to elicit those things from me.
“You know the council will hunt you down after this
