Nyx's POV
Every time I woke up and tried to fight back, Caleb or one of his men would knock me out again. It was a cruel cycle, one that left me feeling weaker each time. They weren’t careful with me, and they weren’t trying to keep me comfortable either. If anything, it felt like they didn’t care if I lived or died. Maybe they were just keeping me alive for now, but they sure weren’t making it easy.
They hit me whenever they felt like it. A hard punch to my ribs, a slap across my face, a yank at my hair until my scalp burned. The pain never stopped. It got worse with each passing hour, each fresh wound layered on top of the last. My body ached all over, and I had lost count of how many times I had passed out, only to wake up and go through it all again.
Through the haze of pain, m
