Ryle dragged me to the cabin and shoved me toward the kitchen.
“It seems you’villian made a feast. Darn it, my wife is a good cook!” He taunted.
“Who did you make this for? Me? Oh no, don’t tell me it’s Atlas and those illegitimate spawns.” he scrunched his nose in disgust. “That’s alright, The right person will eat it. I want a little of everything.” he gestured at the dishes before leaving.
I slid to the ground and curled into myself. My eyes stung with fresh tears and I could barely feel my legs.
I struggled to hear my whimpers over the sound of my heart pounding against my chest.
I glanced at the knife on the kitchen island and reached for it before freezing.
No, I couldn’t end my life. I couldn’t leave my children. But, Atlas…
Was this what he feared? Was this why he brou
