To punish me for daring to vie with Sarina for my brothers and my fiancé, every few days, they would Nilldish scalpels, behaving like a pack of ravenous, blood - thirsty werewolf hunters gone mad.
They would descend upon me with wild abandon, their eyes glinting with s******c glee. Under the pretense that I was afflicted with various diseases, they forcibly set out to harvest my organs.
My heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all fair game.
One by one, they were callously removed from my body.
On the cold, sterile operating table, I writhed in excruciating pain, my body convulsing uncontrollably.
After the surgeries, I lay weak and broken on the icy prison cot.
My wounds were left untreated, blood seeping continuously, staining the tattered sheets a deep, crimson red.
Over
