Thump. Thump. Thump.
My face scrunches and contorts in pain as my heart beat pounds at the back of my skull.
I go to roll my neck, feeling my hair sticky and matted to my head. The fall must have split my head open. It’s dark again, so I can only assume they’ve covered my head once again.
This is a tactic the military uses to break down its victims. The darkness and restriction of breath makes humans fold faster than you can imagine. Once you break a man’s will, they’ve not got much left.
Lucky for me, this fucker doesn’t stand a chance in breaking me. The only person who has that power is Brielle.
“Nice of you to finally join us,” Oliver sneers just as the black cloak is pulled from my head.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust once again. That’s another thing that the
