Selena’s POV
“What---?!” I gasped when I was finally able to process the scene before me. “Wh-what’s wrong with him?”
I heard him before I saw him. His breathing was ragged, each inhale was a desperate battle. I recoiled in horror. His skin was marred with bruises and cuts. His clothes were torn, clinging to him like a second, broken skin. Dried blood crusted at the edges of his wounds, some still seeping, staining the floor beneath him.
His eyes were empty, a void where a spark of life should have been. I wondered how many days he had been in this nightmare, how long it had taken to break him down to this shell of a man.
“He’s being punished,” Rain said, smirking in a way that had a cold chill running down my spine. “He disobeyed my orders. To prove that he’s capable of following them
