Third Person's POV
Being doused with cold seawater, the wounds that littered her body stung painfully. Her lips bled from her biting down to prevent herself from screaming, her eyes reflected with defiance. Behind her was another pale blue-lipped woman she was trying to protect, covered in more scars than she was.
“If you two refuse to submit, it would make it hard for me. I can just kill you two and slowly raise the next generation, forcefully getting what I need from those defiant priests. If you submit now.....”
“I......would rather die....than help you”
“Don’t you have someone you want to see, getting off this island? Would she be happy if you died?”
Silent, she hung her head. A low sound emerged from where she sat, confusing him a bit. It wasn’t until she threw her head back, a
