LILITH
The air grew heavier as I approached the ominous, crumbling stone structure hidden deep in the forest. My heart pounded against my chest, dread twisting my stomach as I forced myself to continue walking.
The familiar chill of this place seeped into my bones, and a quaver ran through me. I’d been here many times, but each visit felt darker, more suffocating. More scary.
I will never get used to it.
A sharp, anguished scream broke the silence, followed by another. My steps faltered. I recognized Wanni’s cries loud and clear. Her voice was thick with pain, and when I reached the main chamber, the sight stopped me cold.
There she was, tied down to a rough stone table, writhing and screaming as two men slashed at her with whips lined with jagged thorns, each lash tearing into her f
