Chapter Thirty
I winced as I rotated my wrists, the pain worsened by the metal cuffs attached to them and a heavy pressure on my stomach pushing my body downwards making it almost unbearable. The man that appeared in my dreams every night approached. As he approached, he playfully twirled an ornate dagger set with the same iridescent material of the scales from Xander’s mother. “Let’s have a little fun, shall we?” His voice made bile rise in my throat as he stepped closer. I struggled in my binds, but it was no good, and as the first searing cut touched the flesh atop my ribs, I saw black dots fill my vision and all I could do was scream.... Hands shook me from the dream, and I bolted awake, feeling a blinding pain in my side. I sat up on the couch where I’d fallen asleep doing paperwork and clutched a
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