THERESA
Sophia shook violently.
"I think," Wes continued, rolling his shoulders, "we need to demonstrate just how much I’m not joking."
A fresh wave of terror surged through me. I yanked against my chains again, putting every last bit of strength I had into trying to tear them from the wall. Blood dripped down my legs. I knew it was pointless. But I couldn't just sit there. Not while he—
Wes grabbed Sophia’s arm and twisted. A sickening pop echoed through the cavern.
Sophia’s screams shattered me.
Her pain was visceral, piercing, raw, unbearable. My best friend, the girl who had always been my rock, the one who was always there for me, was being dragged into this thing she had nothing to do with, being tortured.
And I could do nothing.
Her body was convulsing, curling in on itself
