THERESA
Beside me, Gigi let out a feral growl, yanking violently at her chains. The sound of metal clanking against metal rang through the cave, but it was useless. We were trapped. Forced to watch this brutal exercise in cruelty.
They hit her. Kicked her. Broke her bones. Over and over, they battered her like she was nothing.
When that didn’t work, they brought out the knives. Cut into her flesh. Took pieces of her.
I had witnessed torture before. My father had made sure of it, forcing me to watch from a young age, trying to desensitize me to violence. I had been exposed to it over and over again, pushed past the point of repulsion, forced to stomach it. But this? This was different.
Because this was Sophia.
My best friend. The person who had always been there for me, who had held m
