***Note***
*** This is a very triggering chapter, I don't want to traumatize anyone, and if you are a victim of abuse or assault please just skip this. The next chapter will not have such graphic content. Again if you feel for any reason that you can not handle very traumatic topics or scenes please just skip this chapter. I did not write this to hurt anyone, and though it is very graphic, it is part of the story.***
Wendy woke up to hot rancid breath on her face. ‘where am I now?’ she thought to herself ‘is he finally going to kill me?’ like nails on a chalkboard or thorns being drug through her mind Lochsear, the blue moon, maybe both spoke in her head. {No, what I have for you is much worse.} Something like laughter washed that rotting breath over her face again. {You will do somethi
