Savannah
When she comes back, she comes back with a bucket and a man. I don't know what's worse. I play music in my mind, I know it keeps me alive. I ache without it. I feel without it.
Without a word, no warning, alcohol, whiskey I think, pure unadulterated whiskey.
Hellfire rained on my back.
I caught my breath, my back arched, my head flew back, but I put it back down.
I feel no pain.
I am a tiger, hear me roar.
The burn turns into a sting, numbing, and eventually dies down. But she has something else waiting for me.
"Do it."
I'm forced to stand, my hands cuffed my legs shackled. One would think she feared for her life; she had to secure the dangerous criminal lest she murders her.
Smart woman. Evil as she may be, she's always been smart.
Her claws clutch my chin, forces it u
