CHAPTER NINTEY FOUR| ■ THE GREATEST EVIL TO EVER BE BIRTHED ■| A TRIAL OF TORTURE PART ONE ▪︎|
Third person P. O. V
The debilitating, uncontrollable bout of tremors that coursed through her cold body were agonising.
A vicious gust of wind swept through the terrain and had Mabel shivering, wrapping her thin arms around her frail body in a useless attempt to give herself some heat and protect herself from the cold. The gusts of wind kept coming, hitting her face like cold splash of icy water. Her tongue felt bruised, like it had been brutalized by sticky ice, her teeth chattered, a thick cloud of mist accompanied each breath that she took and the frigid atmosphere brutally assaulted her dry skin, the unforgiving harsh cold not missing a single feature on her face. Her eyes felt rigid a
