ELIAS’ POV
I knew what to expect when I entered the prison.
I was prepared to see the hunter writhing in pain from the poison coursing through her veins; that was the whole point of this punishment after all. But the reality was far more grievous and unsettling than my expectation. The sight that greeted me when I stood outside her cell had nearly ripped my heart into shreds.
She was indeed in pain; that much was clear at first glance.
There was no sign of the fearless female from before. Her smallish frame hung low, her legs seeming to have given out on her a while ago. Her knees were angled towards the ground. The only thing that held her up was the shackles that bound her wrists to the ceiling. The skin on her wrists was chafed and bruised, so much so that I caught hints of blood ar
