The infirmary's quiet didn't last long.
Iver's heavy boots struck the floor in a rhythm that carried dread before him. Rey had barely pulled herself upright on the cot when his shadow fell across the doorway, with her back turned away behind the privacy curtains, she grabbed a scalpel off the tray Miller had left on the beside table after changing the bandages on her wrist.
He ripped the curtains open, and she quickly turned to face him. His grin was sharp and cruel as she gripped the scalpel tightly in her hand before shoving it into the bandages wrapped around her wrist, but he was too focused on taunting her to notice.
"Your punishment isn't over," he said, voice dripping with mock amusement.
Rey didn't flinch even as her body screamed with every movement, but she met his eyes with
