*** Trigger warning this episode contains torture***
Killian
As the hood is yanked from my head the glaring luminous overhead lights sting my eyes after being kept in darkness for so long.
It takes too long, too many blinks for the sting to subside and start to take in my surroundings. I pull against the binding on my wrists and feet but I can find no weakness, they are strapped tight to the chair. My blood still boils from the tainted blood. I am too weak to attempt an escape.
Dimi’s wretched face is in front of me contorted in a sick pleasure no doubt at my condition. Even turning my head is painful and my eyes find it hard to focus. It looks like I am in a giant warehouse, most likely an empty Campbell Tech one, somewhere that it is remote enough that no one will notice what’s h
