Liora
I am stronger than this.
Them. They don't know s**t about everything I went through to get here.
Even after a couple of hours of 'light' emotional torture from the evil twins, or after Rariel enters the room with the most diabolical smile I've ever seen and starts to put me through hell again, I stand strong. Focused.
With the help of another wolf-minion, a pack member too eager to see me suffering, she hauls me up and straps my hands on the corroded silver chains hanging from the ceiling. That's when, after almost two weeks—my rough assumption about how many days has passed—I realize what was the strange substance they'd used to burn my body so many times.
Burning their victims was Syter and Mason's favorite type of torture. And they favored the strange smelly liquid the mos
