Elara'S POV
FORREST brought his boot down on the knife and drove it further into my hand. I shrieked, tears freely falling to the carpet. Of all the cuts across my body, this one hurt the worst. I wondered how much blood I could lose before it killed me.
He squatted down near my head. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.” His fingers brushed over my tear-stained cheek. “Your screams are lovely. I can’t believe how many years it’s taken us to get here.”
I whimpered and buried my face in the rug. This guy was a f*****g lunatic. If I didn’t come up with a plan soon, he was going to make me beg for death before he was through. I couldn’t die here. Not like this. Not after all I’d survived.
“Now, let’s see what kind of monster you really are,” he said. “This should do the trick.” He
